The Tunes of Life

It sweeps my scarred soul, 
healing the gaping wounds that bleed and ooze. 
It never lets me down.
Rather, it uplifts my spirit to the heavens above. 

It is the greatest, 
my most loyal companion since I was young.
I give my all to it, and it compensates me in return
with the wonders of the world that I will never know. 

How to describe in detail something that is so
unique?
Something that is so wonderful. Powerful. 

The tunes I hear and create are
waves that wash away the pain.

Music.

The tunes that bandage the soul. 

The melody that makes us human.

The rhythm that gives us life. 

How could I exist, how could anyone exist, without the gift of music? 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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