AN ODE TO MUSIC

Oh music, 

you spill like rain across my thoughts, soft thunder stitching silence into sound, you braid the air with threads that can’t be caught, and plant your echoes deep beneath the ground.

Oh music,

you are a shadow of a flame,

that flickers bright inside a broken night,

a whisper wearing colors without name,

that teaches the dark how to remember light.

Oh music,

you are a river made of time, 

that bends through memories i cannot see,

 you carry every heartbeat, every rhyme, and carve your endless shape inside of me.

Oh music,

you are the breath behind the stars,

the unseen pulse that holds the sky in place,

 you turn my wounds to maps of glowing scars,

 and write your name across the edge of space.