I communicate through art, . . . through music.
These things say more than I could ever put into words.
They say more about me than I could ever say about them.
I give them to you to show you how I feel.
Through them I express my love, my pain, my sorrow, my joy.
They demonstrate my passion and my hatred.
These are my open sores, my infected cuts.
This is me trying to heal while you continue to tear at the wound.
These are the scabs that will soon be my scars.