When The Music Is Loud

It was the first thing I saw this morning. My phone served up pictures of her and I, one by one. Memories. And then the last photo was a collage of the previous pictures all together.

It was a bit much to start the day with for something that’s over.

Fortunately, my go to therapy is music. I did drop a BSB preview show the night before on Twitch. And today going through addition tunes for a likely pop-up Stay House later this week.

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I have re-added When The Music Is Loud by Colette to my multi-genre playlist #LiftConfidential on Spotify.

September 21, 2017June 1, 2018

Therapy

Making music, writing prose, making mixes, etc has been just this for me for a long long time. So long, I don’t remember when it became so.

To me it has always been since before the first piece of prose I wrote or some random tune I plucked on the piano.

What is your therapy?

Therapy

Do you wonder why
Why fire drives me so
Dispensing poetic
Rhythm from my soul

It’s the only way
I know to remain sane
To gather in the flood
To control the flame

A struggle versus the forces of nature
An epoch fight on a singular journey
To defy the test of time
To delay expiring on a gurney

The success I may have
Is all relative my dear
I could be fine for now
And still be gone next year