Such a dreary place it would be,

the absence of music would create

an empty space-

a hollow in the universe

where the only sound

is the echo of silence.

Crisp paper,

Tiny ink soldiers,

Standing at attention-

Waiting.

Simply black against white,

Then fingers,

instruments,

voices,

rescue them-

bring them to life,

join them, give them color.

The notes float-

connecting to each other,

connecting to you.

Lilting, soothing

Pulsing, beating.

Each strain comforts,

inspires,

paints beauty with its melody.

More than simply sounds

filling the air,

music offers refuge-

freedom.

Rushing thoughts,

clamoring voices

fade away into the distance.