Why I make music

Music numbs the pain

Otherwise I’d go insane

With all the things that

this day assail me

My words and my friends

have failed me

I can withdraw to make some noise

It’s a necessity and not just a choice

I don’t write

for delight

I write because

I have to

Let out these feelings

I have been left to

Deal with

On my own

I may be idle

But am not made of stone

These words lets me rest

The music is my home.