Sing For Me

I honestly believe that should I become lost within myself it would be possible to find me with music. No matter whether that event is caused by trauma, progressive illness, or even some sort of mental withdrawal.

Healing music is a very old concept, not necessarily magic, but that is not the point here.

It would not have to be “good” music by world standards. I have heard some of the most off key singing and bungled playing that still managed to touch my heart awake. I can only imagine it would touch me even more deeply if I were trapped inside a body that had become a prison.

I am thinking that if someone came to me and played his flute, or guitar, or piano, or sang to me, the simple act itself would be one of incredible love. The mere presence of loved ones might not be noticed, but music penetrates closed eyes and sleeping ears. It is even possible that the heartfelt poems of a soul who simply spoke would become music to my ears.

I am a romantic soul who is constantly listening, always loving. Gestures are seldom lost on me.

So, if ever I am like that, come to me, close the doors if you like, lock the windows, pull the drapes, do whatever it is that makes you feel at ease and serenade me with the love we share as fellow human beings walking in a world that can sometimes be very dark.