It was once said to me,
“The world is many pieces,
and music is it’s glue.”
Now that I am older,
I know this to be true.
Music has it’s own world,
It has it’s own reality.
It is so different
From everything else,
It is an abnormality.
Music sees not the color
Of your body, nor the origin
Of your race.
It can not be prejudiced
To a lovely face.
It’s beginnings come
From somewhere
So much older.
It’s beauty, is in the
Ear of The Beholder.
I have this book, it is called “The Book of Questions”, and one day my friends and I were sitting around answering questions out of this book. One of them was, “ Would you rather be deaf or blind.” I answered that I would rather be blind. Everyone else answered that they rather be deaf. I couldn’t get them to understand that I would, honestly and wholeheartedly, die without music. And the second and third lines of the poem are from Empire Records.