A hiding place no one knows

The world can be difficult, scary, even toxic. Sometimes it may feel like you're the only person in the world, or maybe just that you'd like that to be the case. I found a way out of it all. A man once said that music is the food of the soul. This man was a genius. Music is a place of ecstasy. Even if you lock yourself in a silent room and cry for hours, you may not have fully escaped. Because no matter what, someone could still scream at your door until you are forced to open it. With music, this is not the case. When I am writing or playing music, I am in a different world, my own world, and no one can enter it. The soft, flowing melodies seem to complex for the human mind to comprehend. Are angels speaking to me? It is my hiding place, a heavenly place, a passageway from dark into light.