Music

How many lonely, terrifying, painful moments for you, dear one?

For wandering through forests

And hiding in dark places

Your soul wants rest.

Rest from the breath your mother gave you,

Rest from the beating of your heart your father gave you.

When your eyes close, will they open once more?

Dear one, what about the sound of music?

I can hear a soft melody flowing with your blood,

A steady beat with your heart.

Harmonies join in with the colour of your skin.

Octaves run down the length of your hair.

Forte, allegro, crescendo

You can still find your joy of living.

Music (myoo-zik), noun: An art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.

Dear one, it is not too late.

Lose yourself in the vibrato of notes

And live by the love of music.