Music

Whatever happened to the innocent love that was so sweet and pure that it gave complete and total ecstasy? Everything was better... taste, smell, everything. What happened? What happened to loving to sing out, and just enjoy the mood and the feel the music gave? Instead now its silence, shyness, and almost complete utter dissonance. Is a return possible? Is there a chance? Can the voice that was once open, and is found suppressed... can it return stronger with a heavenly tone? Without a hint of shyness, without a fear, without the feeling of hopeless disgust? The only thing that is sweet is the sound, the feel, the old fearless heart sending out music. If there is any chance at all, what needs to be done? It feels that without this love, without this life sustaining part of me that I will fall into a state of defray.

Music by Joss Stone
Nothing in this world got me like you do baby, I'd give up my soul, If I couldn't sing with you daily, I'm not the only girl, In love with you it's crazy, I appreciate your groove, Now I know I owe everything to you, Music, I'm so in love with my music, The way you keep me, Movin, Ain't nobody doing what you're doing, Doing, doing, So bring me back to the day, When tape decks press play, DJ drop the needle til the, record just break, You are my sunlight, You are the one mic, That sound so sweet because the beat just inspires me, No limit to your mind, Your endless love is open, To every race and kind, Could it be your blood runs golden, Baby if this world were mine, We would be singing in the Key of Life, When you're gone I can't survive, Cause I just can't be without my, Music, I'm so in love with my music, The way you keep me, Movin, Ain't nobody doing what you're doing, Doing, doing, So bring me back to the day, When the tape decks press play, DJ drop the needle til the, Record just breaks, You are my sunlight, You are the one mic, That sound so sweet because the beat just inspires me, Colours of sound, Scales and beauty, Audio scenery, Electric love and, Rhythmic symmetry, Written in memory, Beautifully crafted scenery, Complex or simplicity, Sonic energy, Piercing insensitivity, Sympathetic poetry, For some even identity, Collective entity, Something to belong to, A source of energy, The possibilities, Wave lengths and bandwith, Higher vibration, Energizing entire lands with, Or stand for, Lovers to walk hand in hand with, Then plan for, Sanctuary chords, Harmony, melodies, even riffs can be, Disguised human essence, Sonically bottled ecstasy, Or melancholy, Agony blues angst, Exercising anxieties, Fueling entire societies, Making economies, Stimulating generating, Inspiration synonymously, Entertaining expression, Intangible invisible but undeniable, Plays the language of excitement on survival, Some call it tribal, But perspective is everything, Connected to everything, Some say collectively everything, Music, I'm so in love with my music, The way you keep me, Movin, Ain't nobody doing what you're doing, Doing, doing, So bring me back to the day, When tape decks press play, DJ drop the needle til the, Record just break, You are my sunlight, You are the one mic, That sweet sound so because the beat just inspires me.....

I need to get back to that. Music is such a love, I need to get back to express that. I need it. I need to be able to have a voice. To be able to express, to be able to show, to be able to explain, to be able to just play/sing. To enjoy and partake in, MUSIC.

But what if I can't get back?