Not very much do I understand,
I don’t know why I’m here, or for what purpose, not even for how long.
Nor will I ever know the meaning of justice, the meaning of love.
Never will I harness the taste of truth, if there is such a thing.
I’ll never know why I don’t have wings so that I can fly away from here, oh how I long for this.
So many questions, even too many to count perhaps,
But, one thing I do understand is the beauty that is music.
The one thing that I can create and feel.
It’s a perfect connection, a surge of unyielding ecstasy.
A potent drug that takes me so high that nothing can bring me down.
My wings appear as I play harmoniously almost completely autonomously.
Flowing ever so smoothly with vibrant color and emotion.
Nothing can compare, nothing ever will.
A little taste of heaven perhaps.
A little less empty.
A little less to fill.