Late at night, I listened to the song you loved to play.
It was for me to listen to when everything seemed grey.
We would dance and hold hands under the distant stars.
And then you would sit down and pick up the guitar.
You said to me that everything would be all right,
when I was crying and light was nowhere in sight.
You would keep on singing, sending up a prayer.
Your sweet words and melodies were soft like whispers.
Somehow I was able to stand up, look at you, and smile.
I would hug you so tight, our bodies warm, in the night.
‘Don’t leave me,’ I said, and you just laughed softly,
and you told me, ‘Never,’ as you dried my tears gently.
You are my life, my lovely melodies, day and night.
You shine on me on a dark night like brilliant light.
You are my glorious sunshine on a cold winter morning.
My dear, you are my music—that is, you are my everything.
The poem just explains the relationship between music and me. Music has been one of the most important things in my life since I was a child.
Back in the day, my brother and I would listen to the radio nonstop. We grew up with Walkmans and collected cassettes and CDs. I went to a concert for the first time with him when I was in elementary school.
Later, I started to play the piano, and although I stopped playing when I went to college, music is still a big part of me. Hardly a day goes by without music in my house. And this year, I finally got back into playing the piano and I’m so glad I did.
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