Friendship

Divine noises made from strings
Crawl into my eardrums
The angelic voices mirror my heart
The heart that pumps blood
Flowing towards my arm,
Gushing out on a piece of paper,
Forming into the shape of words
Sentences, paragraphs, the English language is magic
This spinning disc playing notes I know so well
This is my best friend
And this empty book that I will fill
It’s the one I confide in