She said she loved getting lost in the music
What no one realized was that she released the music from inside
And that it wasn't really music
It was her life
But to her it sounded like music

Though every drop of music that poured from her body
Took away parts of her life
She felt more and more alive

Because there is no fear that way
No pain that way

Everything is nothing
And nothing still amounts to nothing

But then he said,
'Existence has serious side effects.'
She didn't know what he meant
He didn't know what he meant


Then her music stopped
And she knew what he meant

Because she was the whispers that float in with the tides
And the stars that  glow like a candle, though they have been long since blown out
And she was the thought that consumed everything in his mind



And she was also the white door with the brass handle.