Music

When I’m with it,

I am in a party of my own

Grooving and dancing joyfully

I celebrate.

When I’m with it,

I shed tears of despair

Expressing through its lyrics

I grieve.

When I’m with it,

I pick myself up

Boosting my morale

I hope.

Its constancy is certain

Its beauty is ageless

Its language is universal

Music, it has always been.