Wherever I go, music follows me,
Accompanying everything I do.
It demonstrates persistent industry,
Enticing me to sing at every cue.

Some other folks have soundtracks of their own,
Observable in how they move through spaces.
And one can never truly be alone
When yours with someone’s music interlaces.

Of course, not everyone on earth can hear
Or thinks such sounds can be a joy to make;
Our sensibilities may yet cohere
Through music loud enough to make walls shake.

So own that composition life provides
And moments where with others it collides.