"Music, Sweet Music...

...drops from my fingers"

Thank God for the gift of music. Even with no one to listen. He is always listening. What a balm to my heart. Thank you, my Lord, for letting me have this mechanism for processing and letting my soul have a way to get out. Even when all is a
"...frustrated mess"
when I play and sing, every pain seems to have some kind of value. Every joy seems to have it's place. And sanity seems to be just a little closer.