Music, It Is A Class Of It's Own: Poem by Sherry Painter

Music,
Is unlike any other self-expression,
Its your own thoughts in lyric form,
It is in a form no one can compare too,
Its your own feelings in lyric form,
And it, as well, is in a form no one can compare too.

Music,
It's a friend like no other,
No judging,
Nothing but beautifully written words that take the words right out of your mouth,
Words that are nothing but the truth.

Music reaches into the deep recesses of your heart,
Your mind,
And heals what has been marred,
Hurt,
It is like no other place of solace.

Music,
It is a tool for healing,
It is a tool for mending,
It is a tool for celebrating,
It is a tool for whatever ales you,
It is a security blanket,
It is a protectant.

Music, it is just necessary...