AUDIBLE FEELINGS

Songs — They say the things I never could, In chords and lyrics, I’m understood. Where words fall short or fears take place, Music speaks in endless grace. Every chorus knows my scars, Every verse aligns with stars. It’s like someone lived inside my skin, And wrote the soundtrack deep within. They call it music, I call it me — The tears, the fears, the love set free. It wraps around when no one sees, And sings my soul back into peace. There are songs for joy, and songs for pain, For heartbreak, for dancing in the rain. For when I’m lost, for when I heal — Each one proof that feelings are real. They’re my joy when words fall short, My therapy, my last resort. They’re the echo of my highs and lows, The language only my spirit knows. Music knows the sides of me I never show so easily. It translates things I can't explain — My fears, my dreams, my quiet pain. So don’t ask why I replay that track again, It’s not just music — it’s where I’ve been. These aren’t just tunes, these are my dealings… Call them what they are: audible feelings