By Brianna Cupsa
Music and I are old friends
We have met every day since I was five, although we’ve since moved past that old run-down place
That smelled of stale bread and aspiring dreams, or at least that’s how it seemed
Now, we meet almost anywhere as the saying goes, “music is everywhere.”
I see her in the trees, in my dreams when I can’t sleep. It is like a haunting but also a peace that Music brings
For Music is a loyal friend, there is no doubt of that, but she has a way of twisting you, skipping forward and back on the track
Her words at first hold little weight, but as time passes, even her whispers seal my fate
She sneaks her way into my embrace, a gentle but chilling hug from which I cannot escape
As time has passed, I think I have come to terms with this fact
That old friends can be good and bad and always leave a mark on the past
Music and I are old friends
Our love, I now know, will never end, but sometimes I think we should have never began
A secret I will forever hold in the palm of my hand
Music and I are old friends
This is the beginning and end of how we began.
