Symphomatic

The octave tickles the spotlight and the crescendo freezes you,
Your heart is the bass, pluck your heart strings but don't break them,
Or you'll be drunk tonight, singing your sombre anthem.
Let the chords drown away your worries, drown your ears in the music so you can't hear your thoughts,
Don't think, just close your eyes and feel it, open your hands and love it, hold your girl and sway to the music and tell her you love her.
Give the world your everything and kiss it better when you've used its fruit, but don't expect anything back; it was here first.
You get one chance to touch the sky and leave your footprint, but make sure the sea doesn't wash it away when it comes to nip at your toes,
Run towards the sand that runs through your fingers like gold-dust when you try to capture it but always manages to stick everywhere else you want it the least.
Paint the life you want and make it colourful, experiment with the canvas and make it yours, and don't be afraid to get your hands stuck in, but never get them red or you're in trouble.
Share your paints and stories but don't draw a fantasy land you'll never get, think about the reality and start from the bottom, and you'll make yourself proud rather than being disappointed.
But like they say, every cloud has a silver lining, just like your soul, so fill up your silver-lined soul with gold, and gift-wrap it for God for that big day when this world won't matter anymore.
So walk through life with your arms open, ready to catch the rain that falls along with the fruit from the trees too,
Smile at yourself in the mirror and don't be shy to dance to your music, let it drown away your worries and reverberate through your being, so that every cell is shaken; shake off the dust and breathe in the colour of culture, the stories of many, the sound of music.