If you opened me right now,
cut into me with a knife,
i would bleed music.
the sounds of heaven and hell
and all of life together
would pour out from me.
my body is its vessel;
my heart pumps the rhythm,
and my brain provides the melody;
the veins the verses
and the arteries the harmony.
i am a living, breathing human
with a constant musical thrum
i am created of light and dark,
love and hate, care and spite.
but all you see is one person
who sits patiently and waits
when inside her is a constant noise;
it’s all she can do to keep the music
inside her where it cannot escape.
but how does no one else see
i am sinking below the crashing waves
of dark tones and sad chords
then ascending to a higher plane,
of surreal feelings and beautiful notes
that make my heart sing?
music is me and i am it
a powerful combined force
we soar and glide and fall and cry
which is not unique by any means
but my soundtrack is defined by me
and me by it.
as long as i breathe so it does too
and a perfectly human life we lead.
