The roads of music

It's only when the music is loud
that I listen to it
the uncivilized myself
that paints the landscape
with colors and joy
at the same time.

Like living in an eternal dream
Like if I had never left home
still there
in my bedroom
waiting for my parents
kiss of good night.

Why is it so difficult to stay together?

I guess she is alone again.
As well as he is, somewhere in Tel Aviv.
I heard he is playing music for an Angel.
Under the same moon and the same night.
Why sometimes things that are supposed to stay together, split apart?