Music is the best thing and the worst thing.
It creates. It destroys. It heals. It kills. It fills. It empties. It forgets. It never, ever forgets.
The truth is that I'm comforted and haunted by the sound of your voice. It echoes in my mind like a song that's been stuck in my head.
I'm afraid that it will stop. I'm afraid that it will never stop. And even the silence carries your song.