• vanshikatandon 23w


    The last piece of bread to a starving man,
    The first rain for the thirsty, barren, crooked land.
    The pick that strikes the chords of my heart,
    The external adrenaline that ignites a surge of emotions,
    The anti-depression pills with no side effects,
    A dear friend who never leaves,
    A time machine that takes through various eras,
    The first leaf of spring on the leafless autumn tree,
    A universal language that is spoken by all.
    A spectrum of myriad colours.
    This is what music means to me,
    This is what music means to me.