Shameless World

I do not have anything, but music. 

As innocent as an animal. 

But less demanding and yet rewarding, giving, caring. 

I know the reality is empty. 

But I don't feel it, when I have music. 

I am not scared, when the tunes hold me close.

I am not stuck, when the rythm let's me go. 

It's a shameless world. In the middle of it, I lie, but not to him. 

I'm painted in his colours and wrapped up in his dreams. 

Is there something left? 

Did he leave me anything at all? 

Rebecca