The Music I

I don't believe I'm the only one
who blares the music and shakes the house
and just... dances
In my little room decorated with band posters.

I don't believe I'm the only one
who sings along with the music
Not in my head.

I still don't believe that I'm the only one
who was changed by music.
who was transformed.
who can let the music flow through me to the point of crying-
sort of like those freaky churches that let the Christ flow through you.

Every song has a meaning
and every song speaks.
I love the music
it keeps me sane.
So call me crazy cause I start crying late at night
while listening to my favorite bands
about cutting and bleeding and screaming-
in the dark of the night
and smiling at the exact same time.
It's only you, music.
You're the only one.