Each person marches to the rhythm of their own drum.
A soundtrack. Their soundtrack.
It will create a personal story, unique and perfect in the life of every individual, for it will understand personal struggles.
It will understand that one cannot go back, remain in the past while the hands of the clock continue turning. It will never judge, reproach, or avoid.
It will always give us the wings to reach a point beyond what was expected.
It will plant within us a feeling that nothing and no one else could ever create.
It will open our eyes and minds.
A traveler through our bodies.
It can help us forget the sharpest pain.
It helps us remember that secret, that emotion that wrapped itself around us.
It carries us beyond the starry sky, beyond space.
Nothing compares to this muse in the entire world.
It can teach us, it can show us new paths upon which to walk.
Thanks to it, we walk barefoot while the sand caresses our feet, kissing jet-black pupils.
It has taught me to hear the heart of the world,
the beating of flowers, the rejoicing of April rain.
With notes and words, we draw upon the worn walls
of a defeated city. The music of the soul will always be our light
through the nocturnal streets, music rolls.
