Oh how I want to shout, how I want to scream,
How I want to strip away my pain and suffering until I reach the land of serenity,
So I sing, so I play, so I listen.
Each note that escapes my mouth is a therapeutic release,
Pulling back my bow I can feel passion radiating off the strings,
Focusing on my breath, the percussion and my heartbeat begins to sync,
There goes the stress, there goes anxiety.
They call it music, I call it expression. I call it peace.
Music is interlaced throughout society,
A string that weaves its way from ears to heart,
Then to another musician or music lover who is added to the ever growing community,
Always connected no matter how far apart by a shared form of art,
They call it music, I call it unity.
What is a world without music if not a world missing the color red,
With no zeal left, the wake of spring leaves the tulips and roses dead.
Though dramatic it may be, humor me.
Picture a world with no music, birds become mute, nothing to dance to, nonexistence of spotify,
What a sad, depressing world it would be.
They call it music, I call it life.
