Music makes my heart wrench open; it tears through my flesh, piece by piece, bite by bite, coating colors onto that tarnished, bloodied red. The colours seep through and bleed into my veins, coursing through my blood. It speaks words no one knows how to literate, utters silent whispers of hurt and comfort and love and all those other little things you yearn for or hate. It's there for you, holding your hand as you choke out sobs, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you're a blushing mess. Music is art, it's in everything you look at, anywhere you go.