Tuesday, November 28, 2006

...at least I had that...

...in a life full of peaks and valleys...where a person can find ultimate comfort only to have it ripped away from him in an instant...where the words "love" and "faithful" are as meaningless and hollow as a good morning to a stranger...at least there is music...always constant...always available...if only in a memory...

...Music is ultimate and final, the one truth in a time when nothing is true and no one is accountable. It is a vision to blindness...a meal to hunger...a tear to heartache...A knife to the unwounded.

It is a start and a stop. A life where before only death existed.

It is the peak to my valley, the sun to my rain. The breath of air when I can't breath.

(((03)))

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