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.