Every Song I Write

We are music. We don't understand music, yet it seems to understand us.

It seems to take our feelings out of us and lay them down, for it to trample over, for it to weave itself between. For it to build it up and help us.

It is the only thing that can help us.

It is the only thing that can help us to understand.

The intricacy.

I can crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. Every time it rains in February, I think of the times where I sit and listen. I spend hours just listening, listening to the tunes, the harmonies, the melodies.

The lyrics.

Lyrics can save someone, to hear someone feel exactly how you feel, for them to understand what you have been through, for them to tell you.

It's all going to be ok.

So when I die.

DOn't read me out a eulogy. DOn't say a speech, don't cry, don't talk. Listen to music. Listen to music with lyrics, music without lyrics, music that sounds wrong. Music that removes dust from everyday life, music that makes life worth living.

BEcause it does exist.

There is an everlasting pain.

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Stone by stone I build my life.

Brick by brick I tear it down.

It's all a process, it' all in time.

I try my hardest, but even then,

I'm still a cold stone cast out into the world, left for the cold waters of yesterday's river to flow over.

I can't be afraid of life, I'm here for it, I must make the haul.

The sooner I end it, the sooner it will hurt.

No one should ever hurt.

'I heard your name the other day
Reminded me of last May
You're digging towards your own grave
And I'm helpless to save
But I'll write this song for you'