F R A G M E N T S Laid Out

Music Maker

I am,
the
Music Maker.
Every breath,
every hit.
I do it,
from the soul.
I breath it in,
and out.
It makes me alive.
It make my heart soar.
And makes me feel like I belong.
It sucks the pain away.
No longer,
The pain,
The hurt,
The thoughts.
I am drowned in it.
I am submereged.
I am oblivious to all around me.
I am part of it.
It's like my heart,
is finally beating once more.

It's like I woke up,
from the dead.