Held By Notes

Music is my remedy,
The bass is my blood.
Drums: my pulse.
The lyrics are life.
Please don't pull me away.
I am loosely held together by rhythm
My IV chords are a simple pair of headphones
Do you see what you've done?
You've broken it!
My wounds bleed keys, my voice cracking,
Please fix, it, give me music to mend me,
Now let me alone.
Slowly, I heal myself.

Author's Note

Written mid-April, during English test. (lol, smuggled out scrap paper)

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Oh my friend what loveliness do i see..I am all a piece of music,a symphony
mess with it a little and I break,my whole life just break away..
Music is remedy to me,its my soul,,bass is my blood ,drums are my heart beats
Lyrics are pieces of my life put together,I am loosely bound by the rhythm,it hold me tight
Do you see what you done to me,you ve broken it,My wounds bleeds notes ,my voice cracking
Can you fix it,start my music to mend me,Now leave ,i will heal myself..slow and slow
Oh i could see so well ,the body is in harmony like music,take any note,and the whole piece
would never work or play no more..how i liked the thought of it..what loveliness
lovely write..