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.
