It never left her. It haunted her, in both her quiet and her tempestuous moments. Sometimes it came like a refreshing breeze, soothing her aching heart. At other times, it came charging in, full of clashes and clangs and noise and pain.
It filled her up then came flowing out of her, sometimes against her will. Some people understood, but most just gave her funny looks. But she did not care about any of that, because she needed its eternal presence. It filled her with joy and sorrow, life and pain, serenity and a desire to act. It was her life.
She could not live without music.
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