The gleeful laughter was like myrrh,

Dewy, unprovoked,

Mouth opened, like a gaping hole

In Elysium….

She laughed, and I watched,

She laughed like life was bereft of pain;

I looked at her… and I laughed;

Cause her laughter bore a spell.

Sometimes we pretend to be dead
So that we can remain alive.

Sure the summer breezes bellow
As they sing me soft and sweet,
Though I cannot help but question
The words they like to speak.

Confusion and worry is all I care to know, yet,
Optimism is surely there, peeking through the shallow groves.

Mother tells me daintily, "Keep it going never stop."
Father talks of silly tales, that would surely shock.
Sure their words would help a fellow,
Keep him marching beat by beat
Though I cannot help but question
The words they like to speak.

Doubt and logic, my dear, is all I care to show
Still many people question, why I never "Grow".

The voices tell me faintly,
"By and by you'll make it through."
Sure their thoughts help me kindly,
As they sing me soft and sweet.
Though I cannot help but question
The words they like to speak.

I felt the fury rippling inside

Trying to contain it was like holding back the tide

To unleash the wrath, the fury, the power,

to see my enemies beg on their knees and cower

I wanted it more than anything

No, right now I wanted it more than everything

I was tired of bottling it up

Tired of acting and playing the grown-up

I was through with being “mature”

Being myself I would much rather prefer

Than putting on a show

And trying to be someone I don’t know

If I added just one more thing to my load

I was sure I was going to explode

Nothing could stop me- I was going to blow

And I didn’t care what the destruction would look like tomorrow

Music.

What is it about music
That makes it so incredible?

If you ask a musician,
They’ll tell you all about chords.

Chords, harmonies and cadences.

I’m a musician myself,
Yet I don’t care about those things.

Music is music because
It creates something inside of people.

A feeling...
An inspiration...
A thought...
An understanding...
An energy...

Music can create things inside a person
That they’ve never before experienced

So who are you to say what somebody
Should and should not expose to their ears?

Music.
What an incredible thing.

your love, it holds me
your love, it binds me
your love, it cuts me
your love, it blinds me
your love, makes me feel
like a captive