From the vocals.
To the drums.
To the guitar.
To the mixing.
To the piano.
The music they make is what keeps me sane.
The music they make is my getaway.
The music they make is what clears my head.
The music they make keeps me alive instead.
The music they make is what helps me sleep.
The music they make keeps me at peace.
The music they make fills the void.
The void of silence,
filled with noise.
The noise of the music that plays in my head.
Over and over.
Until the silence drops dead.