I'm not always the same,
I change from hour to hour.
The change is almost instant,
Yet only if you are looking.
With music I am free,
Other times I am chained.
I have nothing to call my own,
Except my music.
If you see me playing music,
I seem calm, at ease,
But take away my security blanket,
And I am just lost and confused.
With my music I can be free.
With my music, I am me.
© 2005
A real great write. Hadda givvit ayTEN. God bless all poets-MJG.
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Same here, Maria. I too love my music. This is my music which connects me to my soul. You have so beautifully explained the link between a man and the music and also what happens when he is bereft of his kind of music. Thanks.