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.