Being Sick

There’s silence in my room I feel the pain all over my body; helpless as I am. No appetite to do something nor eat my meals my body complains – aches. Music, the ubiquitous B minor Sonata of Liszt, beautiful to listen to provides me with peace, harmony hath charms to perk me up hath charms to soothe my soul; a language far beyond this world. Oh, what a marvelous inner experience! yet I still feel weak and dizzy with all my medicines to cure me; I’m really sick; knocked down pray that God may heal me so I can function well again.