• It wrenches at the heartstrings
    And holds you tight
    Yet does not bind.

    It recovers buried, forgotten anguish
    Freezes it
    Allows it to shatter.

    Although the words may carry no meaning in the ears
    And float away like paper butterflies
    Still, the wings stir the air
    A breeze that kisses a scar.

    The very essence of life
    Reminiscences you vowed never to touch once locked away
    Can be viewed through entirely different eyes
    Instantaneously, the world turns gold.

    The home is sanctuary for the minds of men
    While music is shelter for the broken soul.