Notes to my Comfort

It started with lullabies,

Soft notes of a mother’s love,

That soothed her infant cries.

But with age, her addiction grew,

To all forms of music.

She listened to it,

She played it,

She made it.

Music was her solace

In the trials of childhood, puberty and adulthood.

Heartbreak and loss,

Happiness and love.

Nothing compared,

To the peace that music brought her.

What started out as a crutch,

Become a need.

No matter what she endured,

If there was music,

She was at ease.

Nothing could break her.

As long as the notes of her comfort,

Played somewhere in the background.