Yes.
My near constant companion. If you see me, my headphones will be in and music playing.
The sound of the notes. Of the words themselves.
The emotion. The imagery.
The sharing of experiences and ideas.
The saving of sanities.
The oneness at a concert, or the aloness of headphones.
Finding that one song to hold to your heart.
The songs that speak what you can’t find words for.
The songs that need no words.
Fits all moods. All occasions.
The universal language.
Every line in this poem makes sense to me and rings true. Thank you. I’m visiting from A to Z.
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Thank you.
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