Music,
The one that beats fire.
Though the envy is dire.
The tedious work that it holds,
It can bring joy
It can bring sorrow.

Listen to the words.
For they uphold meaning
But it is not always what you are seeing.
If you look closely you might see a being
Of envy, discrepancy, and anger.

Music,
Some good, some bad.
It can turn your life
Good becomes evil
Evil can become good.

Music.
What I love,
It’s not just a shrug.
It’s passion
One with flames taller than skyscrapers.
Joy stronger than lighting.

Music
What I uphold.
For this is what stands bold
The one that makes me feel euphoric
A drug that never quits
The one I’ll always miss
Music