The Music

The Music was everywhere he went, trailing him like a shadow and singing to him as he went like magic. He loved the Music, the sound, the song and the rhythm that other people drowned out or just didn't listen to. He didn't understand how they could go about their lives without the constant beat talking to them letting them in on its secrets. How could they go so long oblivious to the Music they create every day, the Music that surrounds them? How could they be so blind to the wonder of it all? If the Music left him he didn't know what he would do or how he would live through each day. His Music was like a best friend or a guardian to him when he had nothing else he would always have the Music because if it left he would not be able to continue in the silence that followed.