Music Heals the Soul

Deep down in the wraths of hell,

Abuse, pain, grief, & sorrow.

Isolated as a runt of the liter,

Not strong as her brother & sisters.

When I think nothing else,

Can go my way.

I kick off my shoes,

& jump into thin air.

In the air, I fly away,

Around the chairs, couches, & tables.

Around the corner & in the doorway,

I fly down my magical stairs.

I stop to stare at what I call beauty,

Feet flat on solid ground.

I walk towards my forever treasure,

& feel the Oak Wood on my hands.

Turn the page, one by one,

Sharps, flats, naturals.

Each note is a feeling,

Carried out of my soul.

Into the strings they go,

High, low, soft, loud.

My feelings into the secret box,

Which I call my piano.

An ode to my piano,

You're my one true friend.

My secrets are safe to never be told,

An ode to you, my friend.