I hold music in my heart, like the breath in my lungs, it has saved me more than once. That's the thing about music; it never leaves. It's solid. It validates my feelings and tops off my emotions. The same way my heart reminds me of my existence, the same way my name is stitched into who I am. There are lyrics on my skin from decades ago, to remind me that some years were dark, but I survived in the darkness and thrived in my own light. The beat of my heart is a dance, instruments holding the strings and my song is always playing.