A world without music is a world with no voice,
A life without expression or truth.
Without its ethereal pitches and rhythms,
Bright colors fade to dull palette hues.
I sing with my soul, I play with my heart,
Piano keys appear in my dreams.
I listen to every unique vocal part
In choirs that, with ease, welcome me.
A dynamic raise, crescendos that reach
For something outside of my grasp.
A feeling of honor to be singing these notes,
As the staff comes to life just like that.
I am never alone, I am never depressed,
I do not long for anything more,
For my constant companion and lifelong friend
Is the music that makes my happiness soar.