O music, pulse of the unseen
you stitch wounds with melody
you lift sorrow from the spine
and let it breathe freely
your rhythm teaches courage
your harmonies stretch the soul
I lean into your sound
when silence feels too heavy
you sharpen blurry emotions
turning them crystalline
you echo in quiet rooms
carrying forgotten memories
your notes walk beside me
even in my loneliest hours
you guide lost thoughts home
you ignite creativity gently
I owe half my heart to you
for shaping who I am becoming
for being the language of feeling
and the lantern of my spirit.
December, 2025
