Music to my Ears

It sounds like music, I think. The crying, weeping and sorrow that always makes my heart sink.

The lyrical puddle of tears is like music to my ears. Even through I know it is the sum of all my fears.

Suddenly I realize my happiness does not matter, the tears of melody now are even fatter.

My harmony with life, I feel is such a strife. Like a knife, it stabs my soul, creating a vast hole.

Many others may call this music painful, this puddle of tears that so many fear. I do not for it is in these tuneful rains that I find sunshine. Because just on the other side of off key tones and despair, lie exquisite songs of joy and happiness.