Ode to Music

How can we so disrespect music,
Find it copy it ruin it for all.
It is the artists and nobody's,
Proud of their art they should stand tall.

It is such a beautiful expression,
If only i could sing and play.
It would be a marvel of me,
I could make music all day.

Peoples feelings translate to my own,
And their talent plays my mind.
A wonder such perfection exists,
It is all their beauty i find.

Now i was in pain for a while,
Your sweet songs got me through.
Living with your words your lyrics,
Without them i know what I'd do.

Without your gifts i couldn't survive,
I would cut, I would drink and have smoked.
Your spirit drives me from pain,
I would have bled, vomited and choked.

But all those artists out their,
If nothing perpetuating my life.
Holding my mind, my heart,
My hands from that knife.

Music lives within us all,
It gives us emotion and feeling.
Now i shall stand tall and strong,
With your help I am healing.

So i write you my thanks,
But no words from me will do.
And if i could I'd sing you a song,
For everything you've helped me through.

And I send you my appreciation,
Because you deserve it everyday.
Your strong words in my ears,
Are things I'll never push away.