Addiction This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

I close my eyes and loosen my grip.
I fall back
And land in a cloud of music.
My state of mind changes,
The steady beat
is my heart,
Through the whole song,
Persevering like a cage fighter,
People have their addictions,
Music is my favorite brand of heroine,
The notes are my life,
The high A with its
crystal-like pitch,
Ringing with innocence,
And I'm back in kindergarten
In a state of
imagination and wonder
Down to the B and it's prom night
The rich beauty of the note
Whirling and twirling on the
dance floor
Soaking up the rhythm,
I let the lyrics wash over me,
Like a scrub brush to my soul,
Nothing matters now,
It's me and the melody,
Alone.

My fingers patter pit patter
on my knee
The roar of the train,
the same 4/4 beat
As my heart,
Sitting on a park bench,
I let nature conduct the concert,

Music fills every dark crevice,
every crack in the sidewalk,
It's when you breathe,
Quiet and serene,
A silent melody
enchanting the room,
And filling me,
Making me whole,
With every note,
Something builds inside,
Music.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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