5-17-16 Every Song Must End

 •Every song must end•

It bounces off the walls and back into our souls to anyone who is willing to listen 

It can sound like rain, or booming thunder, or soft snow

It's a string we vibrate and a key we press

It makes us feel the salt on our cheeks and the blisters on our feet

The silence burns our ears and drys our mouths

It makes us hear colors no one has even thought of before 

It has a different feeling in all of us

It has a different sound when we are alone and a different sound we aren't 

It's said in many different languages but is heard by everyone 

It tugs on us like a musician picks a guitar 

It makes us out of breath like a singer belting a solo 

It brings us to another realm

But eventually, we have to put down our instrument