My body lie broken on the floor bloodied, bruised and battered from the misconception that love still existed.
I was brought back to life by music, the sound of a boom kat resonated from my stereo and breathed new life into me as if the beat came from beyond the planes of the living.
I remember it as if it were yesterday because I thought my life was over. I couldn't feel not one heartbeat vibrating through my body where there used to be an recognizable boom bom boom bom. Instead there was silence..
But that horn just blared from my radio shooting melodies into the sky and I was free as a bird in the open sky trying to catch the wind.
I felt the vibration for the first time bringing a new soul to my body, you see that day music saved me, I was no longer my own.
I belonged to the beat, I breathed a melody, I hummed unrecognizable tunes and I memorized every lyric, cord and rhyme as if it were the life of me.
I could still feel that kick and a snare, like the warm breeze on a summers day, running through me trying to set my spirit free where it felt overwhelming pain.
And I cried... out tears of joy, no not tears, I cried out music notes like rain drops and they fell into my lap like hip hop and I felt soulful melodies playing on my lips, trying to make a sound.
I sang a note, I sang a song that came from the depths, the pit of me and it came forth as an epiphany and melted ice from around me and became the symphony.
Haha I died in 1994, and if it weren't for the radio, my stereo and the melody that came forth, I would still be lying on that floor, bloodied, broken and bruised with the misconception that love still existed.
