Music
Music, the one love that has been constant in my life.
My refuge, my transport to joy
Ethereal escape.
A pain bringer
Or a healer.
A symphony emerging in the mayhem of strife.
A friend, a memory.
Another time another world.
Music, unwritten love
To paint the wind.
Exquisite joy waiting to happen
When the next heartbreak needs a soundtrack.
Music, everything to remember and look forward to.
Our soul needs to bathe in it.
Our hearts need its hand to hold.
Kevin East
poem by Kevin East
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