There are voices talking in my head. I don't mind them really. Never felt lonely courtesy them. When they do get tired, from all the conflicting interests clashing and I am forced to switch them off, I can hear music. Calming music.
It never ceases to overwhelm me. The way the notes can gather the pieces, blown up and strewn away, back to where they belong. The strains balm the cracks. As my mind loses itself in the waves emanating from the different instruments, the sound pours in and fills the holes. And I am whole again.
Never have I felt alone for there is this shield around me. Whether it flows from any device via earphones or more commonly via the opera house in my brain, there is nothing that my music cannot heal.
My soul is music.
