The Only Constant companion

Music has been my only constant,
the one thing that never packed its bags
or learned how to leave.
While people shifted like seasons
and the world kept shedding its skin,
music stayed,
steady as breath, loyal as time.

It was my first companion,
before I learned the language of trust,
before I knew how to name my fears.
It understood me in ways
I still don’t understand myself,
heard the thoughts I never dared to speak,
and answered them with melody.

When everything else felt unstable,
music became my ground,
the floor beneath shaking feet,
the hand reaching for mine
when there was no one else to believe in.
It never asked me to be whole.
It loved me anyway.

Music has been endlessly faithful,
pouring out love without limits,
painting my days in color
when the world felt gray.
It gave me joy when I forgot
how joy was supposed to feel,
magic when I stopped believing in it.

It has been my happiness,
my medicine,
my safe place wrapped in sound.
My sun when the light disappeared,
my oxygen when the air felt too thin
to keep breathing.

The world passes,
faces fade, promises soften,
time keeps moving on.
But music remains.
Since my first day,
it has been my world,
my best friend,
the rhythm that keeps my heart alive.