It asks me to feel.
A quiet acoustic whisper
on nights that need softness,
a roaring electric cry
when silence isn’t enough.
Always honest.
Always mine.
My meditation has strings,
has breath, has melody...
a sound that carries me...
far beyond the weight of now.
It takes me places
I’ve never seen,
lets me forget
what hurts too much to hold.
Lets me release it in my own personal river of tears...
Music was my first love.
It will be my last.
It stayed
when people didn’t.
It lifted me
when I couldn’t stand.
It gives a soul to the universe,
wings to the mind,
flight to imagination...
and somehow,
it understands me
better than words ever could.
Because when music hits,
there is no pain,
only truth.
It changes people.
It changes everything.
Sometimes,
one song
knows my heart
more deeply
than I ever could explain.
It speaks
when I cannot.
It is the voice
behind the silence.
So I listen,
to the soundtrack of my own heart,
turning it louder
than every restless thought.
Because music,
like breathing,
is not something I tire of.
It is my escape,
my refuge,
my unspoken language.
It carries joy.
It carries pain.
It carries everything in between.
And that feeling,
when it reaches you,
when it touches something real...
That feeling is magic.
Strong.
A miracle.
- Merry -
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