To me music speaks louder than words,

If you went through my head it's a melody,

I feel like my problems,

They clash in perfect harmony.

Call me crazy if you must,

But to me life is a symphony,

Just waiting to be heard.

Not listened to by eyes,

But ears, of those around.

Not made by instruments,

But by broken prices now found.

Created by shattered hearts,

Still beating above ground.

Lines written in blood,

And tears long wiped away,

Pain enough to shatter stone,

And fears here to stay.

Scars healed long ago,

Like tides to the rising day.

Yet...  to much is unheard,

When people are terrified,

Shells of a man,

Now left mortified,

And it seemed no matter what they did,

Tears were all that seemed dried.

Time went on, with forgotten melodies,

And many heartfelt tragedies,

As memories and stories,

Lead to new discoveries,

Leaving behind old remedies.