So I sit here lost in my own thoughts of confusion. A chaos of madness that flows through my brain. Misinterpreting the signs that I see.
What does it take for one to be free, at pease with one self and not worry about what may or may not happen? Why is it that only when I am enjoying the most simple of pleasures that things seem to make sense? Music tends to be a good release, why is that? What is music anyways? Is it a song on radio, or maybe a beat from the drumming of ones hands…or maybe its whatever you want it to be.
To me music is the sound of your voice, or the beat of your heart as I lie there with my ear pressed against your chest, music is when the sun shines gently upon your face and the shining sparkle of your beautiful blue eyes catches my glare and sends chills down my spine. Music is when I feel your lips meet mine and there is no sound, the world itself seems to disappeare. Music is when you’re here with me, and I don’t have a care in the world other than you. Music is…love.
…and you are my song