Comes into the room hidden in a mask.
A mask of a million faces.
Over dressed in a snappy layer of rhythm, sound and beat.
The quiet woman in a long, black dress, intrigued by the masked man, approached with caution.
“Please don’t drive another knife into my heart”
She was pulled close, but did not fight it as all sound faded but the soft lull remained.
“I will try to Fix you.”
Her secret keeper was found, singing melodies into the listening ears of a once broken heart.
The musical mechanisms have ignited the flame in the heart of the Angel.
For the people on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, these mechanisms are the anthems,
the stories and the lifesavers of the otherwise Lost Causes who lived off passion.
Music was MY Hero.
when I thought nothing mattered.
“It doesn’t mean anything”
We all have Our Song.
The harp strings and heart strings are plucked in sync as a bittersweet breath is drawn,
from hearing such a beautiful, romantic Love Song.
The toe tapping, breakdancing beats light up the streets of a downtown alleyway.
These people, care free people…
“Dance the night away”
There’s more to life, we promise. Who would lie to Someone like you?
Just Take a Minute to step back and see What a Wonderful World we live in.
Let the music guide you.
What would these nostalgic tales of childhood by the fire be if you didn’t have those slightly buzzed renditions of
Don’t Stop Believing from your old, dusty CD player as your children record you Bust a Move on these fancy
Iphone something gadgets.
The gadgets that play the songs they will always remember and will help them stay
Forever Young.
Bring on these nostalgic notes. We won’t “Turn and face the strange changes”
of music, but remember the music from our time.
I won’t forget the music I grew up with…
So Don’t you Forget About me.
But what about the people that don’t get invited to Move Along to these beats.
Where are they?
The people that aren’t in with the group?
The people that have been told their on a Highway to hell by their OWN PARENTS?
The unwanted,
unloved,
unheard?
The girl in the dress in the corner of the room?
Where was she?
I know…
Ever so close to going Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
“Where bluebirds fly”
But hitting a wrong chord was no match for these musical mechanisms.
Headphones in hand, she put them in her aching ears, hoping for the fight to fade.
And it did.
She drowned out the violence,
rather than drowning in it.
Her feet moved to the rhythm, she sang along as powerful as her vocal chords would let her.
She felt powered, energetic, estatic…
She felt happiness again.
She could sing and dance through anything.
She could be “Dancing through the fire”

And she needs to thank music for giving her the strength and helping her find the light.
Music…
People will take you as a joke sometimes,
they say you do nothing but annoy them.
But My Life Would Suck Without you.
When it’s Just the two of us, I feel Home.
So let me Say, even though I know Life is a Highway, you are my Paradise, the Scientist to fix my messed up head filled with Demons and the one to drown out this cold hearted Coldplay.
It’s the Little Things you do that make life
Perfect.