Words, lovely melody, pouring from your broken heart,
Rising and lowering in pitch, perfectly tuned, as you walk the halls of a world uncertain.
Lightning crashes, and the beat turns tempestuous, violent, unnerving,
Yet the song never wavers.
The vocals add a touch of gravity to match the situation.
Shakily, steadily, emotionally gripping notes sour,
Accentuating the suffering of the hopes,
dreams that lie, on the floor.
The best laid plans unrealized become bitter fruit,
Sadness permeates rhyme and reason mercilessly.
Every cut and bruise across this beautiful soul vocalizes the passion of a hard life worth living,
Of a pure gentle spirit deserving the unyielding love of another wounded warrior.
The earth shatters as the record spins come to a halt.
The crescendo of sound collapsing the reality around you,
Setting you free.
I will never tire of hearing the music of your scars…