the music comes back

The music comes back and

You sink into the blues because they are comfortable

The taste of your tears familiar on your tongue

Grief is a pillow you’ve used to death

And you turn your love to a memory before it’s time

Before its time

Fleeting and forever as the passing moment

Everyone you have ever been is a stranger now too

Your old friends would have to squint to recognize you 

That’s just how it goes

Within four walls you grow and suddenly nothing fits 

And at 18 you want to keep what you have

The same size so it can still fit your ever-changing self

And remind you of who you are

But the music has to leave to come back

What doesn’t leave doesn’t grow, it is the same with joy

It has to leave to make space for smaller things

Like your pain and even your helpless love

But your joy is stronger than you think 

Inside you there is a chasm where everything familiar is gathered

All the blues and grief-pillows

It wants to pull you in, the comfort and ease

You must resist

You must be on the outside so you can see how deep it is, 

How everything that has passed you by

Has brought you here

And the music will come back

Even in the deafening gloom you can hear that familiar tune somewhere

Your ability to remember is voluntary

You chose this, you choose this over and over

To immortalise your love like that

But don’t let a second pass you by

Don’t let your sadness come before its time

And don’t stop yourself from dancing just because

The song might end in a bit

-Pia