Music so raw that it makes you shiver

It cuts you up, sliver by sliver

When you cry, the teardrops are big

The deeper you listen, the deeper you dig

Sometimes, it only takes the beginning of a song

To make you feel like everything that is wrong

Can suddenly, amazingly be right

And the light in your eyes seems more bright

Other times, the music hits too close to home

A personal experience we’d rather not again roam

Tears slip from our eyes without warning

We remember the way we had been mourning

But hearing those couple of amusingly silly songs

That playlist that only us ding-dongs

Could possibly listen to on repeat for hours

Makes us wonder of music’s powers

The melodies can sadden or soothe

It can wrinkle, or it can smooth

Music can be cursed or blessed

It can make you feel happy or depressed

Music so raw that it makes you shiver

It cuts you up, sliver by sliver

When you cry, the teardrops are big

The deeper you listen, the deeper you dig