The Calms of My Music

My music is my happy place it’s where I can breathe with all the chaos in my life!!!

The Calms of My Music

My music doesn’t shout,
it knows better than that.
It sits beside me
when the world won’t move
and my chest feels too loud.

It smooths the sharp edges of thought,
lowers the volume of memory,
wraps each aching moment
in a rhythm that says,
you can breathe here.

In its notes, I find quiet places—
where grief loosens its grip,
where longing rests instead of claws,
where my heart remembers
how to slow its own storm.

The calms of my music
are not happiness,
they are mercy.
A gentle hand on my back
guiding me through the noise.

When nothing else understands me,
my music does.
It doesn’t ask questions.
It just stays—
until I feel human again.