When day after day squeeze me so hard that I find I am empty I know that I can turn to music to fill me back up. I don't know why I wait so long. Music is magic and yet I hold off to use it until there is no more breath left in me.
I think part of it is that I totally immerse myself in it. I cut off the world that has poked and stabbed at me. I put on my headphones and point my computer towards my favorite musicians and I let my soul drift to their beat. I let them carry me where they wish. When possible I like music to be either live or with visuals. Since I am a people watcher I particularly like to watch the musician. My heart flies to them and my emotions pump into me.
Desire and admiration seep to the bottom of my soul. What wonderful talents some people have. You can see it in their eyes. You can hear it in their voice. Watch them and know that even from the infinite distance between two souls they can still reach you. This thought turns on your spring of hope. Hope's water pours and mixes with your desire and admiration. You know for a brief moment that the enormous gulf between people is not uncrossable.
A few more breaths
A few more songs but don't overdo it.
Everything that is lifted up can also be thrown back to the ground. Let the music help you take flight but come back to the real world before it takes you crashing down.