Music

The cordial of my ruffled soul
Is the sound of music to unfold,
The intimidation fist in my rage
Straighten by the music age.

From classical to rock n’ roll
It all depends on the mood,
Rocks away the troubles in my soul
Such is the remedy to find my root.

A work of art so divine
A charm to soothe the savage mind,
The healing balm of broken hearts
The binding cure of severe cuts.

Melodies are made to be permanent
Stay unchanged in different conditions,
I’m the vulnerable and the impermanent
In the world of music I always find my passion.