Deviantinterested

It spirals through the air mysteriously It draws out laughter, tears, or smiles of joy There are so many ways that it can be The lion or the mouse it can deploy It meddles with your head and with your soul It fills you up, or sometimes brings you down It can affect a nation as a whole With beautiful, or sometimes awful sound When I was very young and quite naive I did not know the source of all my joy But as I've grown I've learned entirely That music is what always fills the void Music is my sister, mother, friend It's what will fill me up until the end