My Musical Condition

I have a serious condition.

It’s only fatal if not acted upon.

Great suffering surfaces if it is neglected.

The condition is called Music.

My life is in a strangle-hold,

I am like a fish in a bowl.

I can see out but am unable to leave,

there is no exit.

Music haunts me wherever I tread,

it follows me to bed,

it keeps me up at night,

I can’t escape!

Ear worms drip from my lobes.

Few of my friends understand my pain.

The suffering of a creative;

what a loud world I inhabit.

But my condition is not hopeless,

there is a treatment.

No medicine is effective.

No doctor can save me.

To survive, I must express.

I must release my music,

from my body and from my soul,

I must bring out that which is within.

There are no rules,

there are no restrictions.

Any music will do,

no music is ineffective.

Everyday I am forced to create,

or else my nature will die;

My soul will wither,

my mind will perish.

Music is my lifeline.

I cherish it with all my heart.

It is sacred,

as it encourages the human condition.