Music

Hidden painkiller

Music is a mirror of the soul

Revealing what  your heart does feel

When Joy abounds the notes ring bright

When Sorrow comes, the tone reveals.

It’s the power, a balm for hidden wounds, the hope of tomorrow for weary minds

A hidden peace lies in the rhythm’s sway, A cheerful tone that lifts and eclipsed day.

Oh my grandma

Flying over the moon with your blessings

Falling down throughout myself  with my decisions

I couldn’t realise your existence when you were standing beside me

But now

I can’t stand up without your existence

I knew, I was late in finding you in my life but one thing you don’t know is that you are not irreplaceable in my life

My late finding might hurt you for a long time

But from now on

It will be slowly slowly ripping my heart of your absence in my life