Why
the
****
is
it
called
a heartbreak
when
your
heart
pumps blood
and
if you don't have it
*you
*******
die

music
ebbs and flows;
within my small frame
comes great power
inside my fragile body
emotion is overbearing
into my soul
the listener peers
ever so delicately

She listens with her eyes closed as the melody begins.
Its starts with a slow beat; memories begin.
Her childhood, consisting of innocence and playtime with her younger sibling.
God in front, but the devil close behind her.
The music changes.
Playtime turns to fear and adulthood.
She is only 6.
But her fear of the harm done to her has molded her into something else.
The devil has her cornered.
The beat drops.
She needs closure.
She finds it as she cares for her siblings as if she were a mother.
Where is her mother?
Where is her father?
She doesn't care, she has her brother and sister.
And now with art and music beside her,
The devil is in front.
The music intensifies.
Alcohol.
Missing church.
Shes broken.
No one knows her story.
The once little girl full of joy and playtime,
Has become grown and silent.
She's a doubter.
Where was God?
The music slows.
The sun comes out and shines down on her.
She feels a brightness in her heart she hadn't felt since she was a little girl.
Her fear of being damaged again is forgotten.
Maybe she can save herself.
The end chorus begins.
The devil is vanquished.
God is right in her sight again.
The bad habits gone.
And beside her what do you see?
Not fear.
Not damage.
Not silence.
You see her shining heart
Finally free from the darkness around her.

Music speaks besides the obvious words.
Music tells us it's okay to be different.
Music tells us don't let that boy hurt you
anymore.
Music tells us things we don't want to hear,
but we need to.
It'll tell you what some people are too
afraid to tell you.
Music blocks out the noise & pain we feel.
That's why we connect to music so much.