_My Metronome _
The metronome of my life,
It is for sure music .
It is either I regulate it.
Or it paces me.
I live by it,
And can't live without it.
Music sets the mood.
Elevate the atmosphere.
Synced in unisson, we breathe.
When sadness takes over
And the monochromatic life appears,
Turning all colors to that great contrast that black and white is.
Soft melodies approche and symphonies possess.
When the air just becomes toxic
And breathing means suffering .
Music lessens the suffocating strains .
When you see red and just want to shout.
Beats help you burst your lungs out.
You are standing in front of a clear sky.
Tracing with your eyes the sparkling spheriods of plazma making stories led by your imagination.
Following the rythm of your favorite tracks.
Thinking "This serenity that is what a whole means !"
Paving the way along with you.
Following your steps.
Music.
Easing your pain.
Attracting your being.
Your everlasting hide.
Music divides but approches.
Music complains but hears.
Only words and beats can touch one's soul.
Such an essential element has become irrelevant.
Sometimes losing its taste.
You may leave her.
But it won't leave you.
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