Music is the current that carries me through each moment — unseen, but always present.
The violin whispers like a fragile kindness shared at just the right time.
The guitar hums, its strings pulling at quiet memories of laughter and trust.
The piano spills its notes like scattered light across a darkened room, each chord a reminder of comfort freely given.
And when the drums rise, steady and unrelenting, they echo the rhythm of loyalty —
strong when companionship is near, steady when quiet understanding fills the space.

Above all, there is you —
your voice, a melody that lingers in the calm spaces between words;
your steps, a rhythm I recognize as steady and reassuring;
your attention, a harmony that softens the dissonance of solitary days.

Together, we are a symphony of shared moments,
each glance and kindness another note in the music of friendship.
There is no need for an ending or a resolution,
only the ongoing song of connection —
quiet, true, and enough.

If friendship is a song,
you’ve been the melody I didn’t know I was humming.
You’re the melody that makes the song of daily life easier to sing.