NaPoWriMo- Day 12: Oldies (Oh Darling)

Old music has a way of crawling into you
It curls itself around your soul and merges
It melts into you like butter, and becomes you.
Once you've imagined you're someone's darling
Once you've seen yourself as someone's 'baby'
You know that it has you under its spell.

Passion unrivaled, it pulses through you
And you feel your heart clench at the heartache.
Those voices hold memories, and power and sadness.
Those voices seem to understand like no one else
For every situation, you will find a lyric that matches it
For every dream deferred, there's a song to complement it.

You will always return to the music, a loyal friend,
You will always return to the understanding
You will always return to its patience for healing.
Whether the velvet voice drizzles over the piano
Or the thunderstorm vocals rain on violins,
You find something of love in its originality.

Even though pain is something we like to internalize
Because society views it as a sign of weakness,
You can cry over Gladys Knight and The Pips
You can heave your heavy sobs over The Drifters
Shaking, you'll try to pep yourself up by rediscovering
"You'll Never Find" by Lou Rawls and a sense of worth.

You'll listen to the old music and imagine a waltz partner
Holding you around the waist and feeling like floating
You'll know that real love makes you feel like flying.
And that whoever left you will come to miss your loving.
In the meantime, you'll fine that it really is A Wonderful World.
One in which you can really, finally do it [your] way.