Many people spend their days
With
total inattention
To
any music, which to me
Defies
my comprehension.
The
radio’s flipped on as soon
As
I get out of bed
And
plays all day except for times
The
TV’s on instead.
From
classical to blues to rock
My
world is filled with song
And
only when there’s music
Do
I feel that I belong.
Without
some melody, a home
Is
quiet as a tomb
But
with those notes surrounding me,
My
spirits start to bloom.
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