I was three years young
when music reached out
its feelers
and snatched me
as its own
it moved in me and around me twirling
trilling
tangoing
coloring my days
with its magentas, periwinkles
and golds
tick ... tock ... tick ... went time tralalalala I sang on I was seven when I began to understand what singing really is that singing is
opening the mouth
and breathing out the soul
&
as I hid behind the insecurity
of an introverted bookworm
I dreamt
about standing on stages
and sharing the song in my heart
I was twenty when tick ... tock ... tick ... suddenly crept
threateningly into my consciousness and tralalalala became stressstressstressstressstress. therapists and the internet tell you
that in order to be happy
you should look back at your younger years
what made you lose track of time
what made you happier than anything else
they ask song-filled years have passed & through it all
I sing still as these words flow
out of my heart
through my fingers
and onto your screen
it snatched me up threw me around threw me out
and caught me
once again
so today
we dance on.
Beautiful!