Music Me

 

My only true and everlasting love has been music. 

I love everyone I am supposed to love

But

Music is my beloved love. 

I will ride pass my house if the music is right.

Then I will hit a highway. 

Doesn't matter which one. 

Home is near them all.

I will drive to Atlantic city. 

I will drive to any or all of the five boroughs of New York.

I will drive to the King of Prussia Mall.   

I will drive pass the airport and further. 

I will hit the road and drive down south. 

All just to keep the music going in my ears. 

To have the music pouring in my head.

 The guitar. 

The drums. 

The singer. 

The bass.  

The piano.

All of them giving me sensation after sensation. 

The fingers on the guitar strings almost seem to be playing me. 

As the bass hits me low in my belly and radiates. 

Why would anyone ever want the music to stop? 

I love all music.

And all music loves me. 

I can listen to the same song for days if I feel like it.  

Music is my drug. 

Sometimes you have to take a lot of medicine.  

Tv is ok.

Movies are better. 

Food is wonderful. 

But music stands alone. 

And everything is better with music. 

Music is a blessing.

And when there is no music I sing. 

Awesome. 

Lucky me. 

In my happy times music makes me happier. 

In my sad times music is sad with me.

 Or music will make me feel better. 

After the people in my life I think I will miss music the most when I leave this place.  

Nothing in my life has survived the hands of time more than music and the feelings it brings. 

A song will take me right back to a place I had long forgotten. 

And sometimes a new song will thrill me in a amazing way.

If all things pass away I doubt a melody will. 

To me, anyway.