Music remains my weakness

A sick narcotic, 'cept its legal

Brings me to my knees still

No love can beat this sad sweet rhythm

I’d get over a heartbreak easily

Just give me a little time and my wired headphones

As I take a walk leaving everything behind

I could fly, I can be anything it says I may be

That violin, that invisible aroma of soft classics

I’d be sweating and sipping

The worlds heights has got nothing on me

I’m both author and finisher of this story

In my world alone, for my ears alone

I say a lot of crazy things

I could even draw a real compelling fake story

But this is one fact that was left concealed

I suppose the times have come calling for it

So there you have him,

Music

My one true love, my only

My first.