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My Life Is Music
Sep 12, 2002
Today it has been 7 weeks since my 30 year old son died. Sean had a wonderful talent for music. I sang at his Memorial Service but since then have suffered vocal fatigue. My voice does not co-operate and cuts in and out on me. I wrote this poem to express my grief at another loss, though with time I hope this will come back. When I am depressed and upset, feel all alone I have always been able to turn to music by singing to feel comfort. This poem expresses my grief for my son who was so deeply into music and my loss of comfort.
My Life Is Music
LindaC
My life is music
Singing is like the air I breathe
Without it I do not wish to exist
it is a need that is vital to my being
I feel the presence of God in music
Now I have trouble finding him
The music has gone
And my soul writhes in anguish
Singing is my release
It is my source of comfort
It is my inner light
Now I am walking a path of darkness
When will my light return
Will I continue to live in the dark
I feel like I am drowning
Yet another grief to bear
My life is music
Please God, give me back my life
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