There was a time which music was my solace.                          
It  intoxicated me.
It captived me.
Took my soul and made it soar.            
It was there always. A friend...or perphas an unspoken love.
It filled me. made me whole.
It was always enough.

We were so in love once.
But love can die.                            
And when the music dies what will plays  for me?
Who will play for me?
What will make me feel whole?            

Music and I once where once so abundantly in love.
         And I was once content.
                                   And not so forlorn.

But love can die.
And I fell out of love with the music.