My Friend, Music
Someone said I write lots of stories about music. And maybe thats true.
But music is the one thing that helps.
When I'm upset, it comforts me. When I'm anxious, it holds my hand. When I'm afraid, it listens. When I'm lost, it guides me. When I'm unwell, it heals me. When I need it most, it's always there.
It's my oldest, and dearest friend. It always cheers me up, makes my soul smile. With it beside me, life is better, happier, calmer. With it, I can do anything. I'm not sure I could live without it. Dont make me.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: Music
3 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Excellent! Keep listening, Sarah. I too find music wonderful, music of all kinds (except modern jazz and most contemporary atonal classical garbage). Keep your friend close to you.
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Frenchie over 2 years ago
Lovely drabble. I could not live without music either ...
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Christopher about 2 years ago
Music has always been my closest friend, from the age of 3 or 4 onward. So I can relate to this.
