The not so pretty truth

Sometimes I think I speak music. The words I cannot find come through my earbuds and I think, yes this is it. This communicates what I want to express.

Sometimes I play that song on repeat. My mind swirls in the bliss or pain of understanding. I get lost in rythm, and my spirit screams that one lyric that says EVERYTHING.

Sometimes I think if I send someone this song, they will hear my heart. They will finally understand what I am saying.

Sometimes they communicate with an emoji or say nice song. Sometimes they dont say anything.

Sometimes I am suprised. Did they listen to the song? Did they hear the feelings I am communicating? Did they try?

Sometimes I feel rejected. I poured my soul into their ears, and they sent a thumbs up.

Sometimes I have to remember that they hear the sound differently. When I hear my heart pouring out in the notes of a piano… They hear keys being hit.

Sometimes they like someone elses version better or it just isnt their style of music.

Sometimes I understand the conversation is one sided, and hangs there in the background like white noise.

Sometimes I smile knowing they are missing out on a great truth of my universe. I find myself smirking at the now private joke.

Sometimes having a one sided conversation, even a sad one, is amazing. Because when you are finished with this song there is ALWAYS another waiting to be listened to.

Sometimes I speak music, and the world is a better place.