In the gentle strum of morning light,
Notes awaken dreams from slumber,
Every chord a heartbeat, alive and bright,
A symphony that takes me under.
The rhythm guides my wandering feet,
Through winding paths of life unknown,
In every melody, a world complete,
A universe in each tone.
Harmonies weave through the fabric of time,
Echoes of laughter and silent tears,
In every verse, a poetic rhyme,
A song that quiets all fears.
Music is my life, my endless refrain,
A canvas painted with sound,
In every note, joy and pain,
A sanctuary where I am found.