What I can’t live without
Is a hard question to answer, of this you cannot doubt.
Some would say love, or bacon-wrapped dove
Some would say their favorite book to read through and through endlessly
Some would say they don’t know what to bring, because the idea has just too much complexity
but I would say my viola, that I occasionally call Ricola.
Music is always called a remedy
It can be the cure for any type of mallady
So I would bring an instrument, so that its end would never be a imminent
Music is life, but a battery’s does not last
So my MP3 would be obsolete fast
But with a viola, the music goes on, for you can play until dawn
Everyone has music because all have a soul
You can play as you wander aimlessly through a shoal
The deserted island becomes more beautiful, as your playing becomes more dutiful
I guess what I would bring is really just any way to make a melody,
Because as your tortured person rests all alone on that deserted hell, it could become more heavenly.