It calms the senses
and takes you away
to many different places
and sensations.

It can put you to sleep
after a long and tiring day
and it will guide
you through your dreams.

It can bring you together
with the ones you love,
as it brings unity.
Unity of the mind, heart and soul.

Ah, blessed is the sound of music.

Do you ever feel as though the reality in which you live is just a  fragment of an imagination from another life...?
                                                                       My feelings drenched in watered-down alcohol...
             Burning my scars and soothing my mind simultaneously...
                                  The muzzle kept firmly, abrasively over my entire body -
     Lending my limbs just a numbness sensation,
                                               Causing the feelings I have to be morphed into an alternate state...
The things I want to be able to say...
                                                            to do...
               Are nothing more than just dreams I see...
                                     A dream in which I guess I no longer should dream for me...

the sadness
hides in corridors
waiting to settle in

sneaking
like a man off to war
returning hopeless

gives no signal
no sign
no beating of the drum

no knock at the door
it creeps in
knowing you can be won

Sending my love to you
praying that you 'll be whole
Sending it with some hope
Sending my love
I want you to know
I see what you go through
And I know that you could
Use some love inside of you
So I am sending you a hug
And everything inside of me
I look in your eyes
And I see me
So I am sending my love to you
Praying that you'll be whole
Sending it with some hope
Sending my hope.

Write these words upon my heart
and seal them with a kiss.
Send them on the wings of time
and hope they shan't be missed.

Tie your soul onto your thoughts
and throw them out to sea.
Let them float a thousand leagues
until they come to me.

I shall do the same for you
with heart and soul and mind.
And if it all turns for the best,
I am yours and you are mine.

Torment in the passing song
Commits my soul to long…to long
For moments past in softer climes,
Where wafting breezes whispered rhymes
And lavender did gift her scent
To soothing minds of harsh lament,
I stroked my hand across her brow
To reassure the calming now.
…Disturbing how they got it wrong
That torment in the passing song.