I think I’ll write
another poem
&
name it after you
use words that still confuse me
& then
use them like they’re glue
throw lids on my good mornings
all misread and reused
pretend every day is Sunday
sleep in &
come to
I’m
driving myself crazy
play the same songs
and peruse
the head I use to love you &
the bones inside me too
I will not rush it like tomorrow
won’t try to
burn a tiny wick
still I just
fall asleep to you
writing a poem like
a wish

It calms me when I’m restless with stress.
It gives me peace amidst all the chaos of the world.
It soothes me during times of suffering.
It becomes my silent savior — especially when I feel lonely, even in a crowd.

The deep, meaningful lyrics...
The mood-lifting tunes...
A singer’s soulful voice...
The vibe...
The magic created by instruments blending in harmony…

Everything about it speaks to my soul.
Yes, for me — music is not just sound, it’s an emotion.