mutual replacements

For all the people who have left, friends, family, all.

When they replace me
I replace them as well

smiles provided by new people
have nothing
on my callused fingertips
from playing an instrument
aching hands
from grasping a pen

For every person I lose
a poem is written
or a new song learned
art keeps me sane
music keeps me content

they may have fresh joy
but I have sound waves
and language
coming from my broken soul