You listen to a song and it sticks to your skin. It haunts you in your dreams. It creates a volcano within.
But it's not the voice that ferries you into a dream. It's not the words, oh it never has been.
Because if you'd stopped to rip apart the syllables of every song you'd ever listened to, you'd have hardly gotten past an album.
It's the tune that gives you the chills, it's always the tune that drives you numb.
Think of the times it beseeched you to paint the town red. Think of the times it became the reason you got out of bed. Think of the times it effortlessly tugged at a memory that you'd kept locked beneath the layers of your heart. Think of the times it was the sole bystander, the only companion you had, when you were breaking apart.
It ain't the words - heavy with meaning - that gets you swooning. It ain't the poetry that makes you feel pretty.
It's the music, the notes the song so profoundly carries, which drives you to reach for the stars.
What else do you think can dare to fill your lungs with warmth every time you come up for air?
What else do you think has the charm to be both your failing AND your prayer?
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