a flood of noise,

to drown out her neverending thoughts.

miles of dark icy water,

wave upon wave of relief sought.

music was a language,

a beautiful tongue she understood.

the words enveloping her mind and soul,

lyrics living in her pulsing blood.

how many hundred times,

had words in a beat saved her life?

the message few others could hear,

pulling her through the darkness and the strife.

a savior, yet only a lyrical sound,

a friend that never once left.

music was a magic that kept her breathing,

when the world around her had gone deaf.