I live in music. Music is apart of my heart and my voice. With every word I sing I tell the story of my soul, my heart ach, my laughter, and my sorrow. I’m kept together by lyrics. Sewn by the tiny threads of melody which keep me together, so I won’t fall apart. I’m glued at the cracks by harmony and piano notes. Music is a companion, a partner that won’t give up hope, and won’t stop till you tell it to. I’m stitched together by guitar strings that tie me together so tight that falling won’t ever be an option. Music makes my heart beat to a speed that I never knew existed. I can hear the music in me and it’s playing louder than expected.