Ever so lightly,they bounce
off my cheeks

little droplets of bittersweet memories die;

reminisent laughter fades.

 What is the music to my life? For me... it is writing as through my pencil ideas and words interwined with emotion spread unto paper before me. Dwelling in the imaginary world of a book  also  keeps the rhythm of my life. It serves as the escape route from the troubles of reality which seem to plague me from time to time. Hearing the laughter echo from friends and family I embrace their zest for life. Despite the fact that the events of tomorrow are obscure I will look forward no matter what.