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Seashells

Written by Xyl

The music is what made me move

What formed the groove in my heart

Music is not good or bad

It just is

Want to dance, sing or fight?

The music moves you

It is the invisible hand that takes care of you when you are all alone

Your guardian

“Welcome home, lost one. I will take care of you.”

It will make you want to stay

Take everything you have

The only companion that never ever

Leaves your side

Before music, I was an empty shell

Lying on the beach

All alone

So much potential to be beautiful

But no chance to take by the reins

I began to waste away

Waiting for the ocean to claim another prize

But music found me

Thank heaven it did

I floated with newfound wings

Off the beach, to my newfound home

A home filled with noise

Loud, quiet, dramatic, playful

The strum of the strings

Vibration of drums

Pumping life into my dried veins

Music shaped me into a beautiful collage

Made up of other shells

Lost but found, just like me

We were made for this purpose

To shine together as bright

As a summers sun

To bring smiles to peoples faces

To open wounds young and old

To bring people

Into our movement.