Music

Okay, everyone has that one thing they bury themselves in when things get tough, right? /.../ So this month I want you to write a tribute to whatever your thing is, praising it, thanking it, whatever.
-- Alchera 39, option 2

1.
I would find
the shape of music, the pattern,
and I would walk in darkness
with a song as my lantern.

2.
Reality's blank spaces
were painted into new things
by the colours I could hear,
unknown and fleeting.

3.
Silence is a precious flower
poisoning the blood.
Music! Save a silent heart
that needs to be disturbed.