AFRO387

The rhythm of the wind
The sound of the heart beating 
The movement of the leaves 
The birds chirping.
The butterflies in my belly,
The nausea, the thick choke on my chest, that feeling, like you just swallowed a rock.
The music is in my head,
The lyrics are on my lips 
The tune my feet remember 
The beat my fingers conducts to.

Strumming the strings,
In tune with the melody
The bass in the drums, a tap to the heart.
Striking those keys, it’s a different kind of feeling.
In tune with the dance steps
Effortlessly gracious,
Angelic harmonies.
Music to my ears.
The child in me comes alive
Wild and carefree.