Music

The rythm, the rhyme.

The tune, the time.

Even and consistant, steady and unchanging.

So much beauty, every mind engraving. 

A word, a note, a verse, help to keep the bad days, from getting worse.

I can play a song, to be happy, or change the music, because I'm sad. 

Either way I remember what I had, my life, my love, my passion.

Today I won't let time have it, so I sit, and I play, my music, that is my satisfaction.

The words, the truth, the power, helps me know.

No matter how far I roam, I am never alone. 

For there are strangers in this world, who are just like me.

Whom listen to the words, the rythm, the passion, and in turn begin to dream.

For if it wasn't for a moment, if it wasn't for that day, those dreams once chased, could all just fade away.