The Things You Love

Someone once told me that you forget the things you love,

To do what makes you happy,

When feeling is a task.

No one told the truth of this,

The descent that just goes down,

No hope that I can find.

 

So I cling to my piano,

For the music brings me joy,

And I know that it will bring me joy,

For now and evermore.

 

The music wraps around me,

It keeps me safe.

It keeps me warm.

And I endure.