Sometimes I wonder
Why I write haikus so much
Maybe I like them.

glass shattering nights
blood pouring from the surface
what have i become

The dying flower
Wilting, rotting, crumbling
No one hears you fall

I was born into this.
I was born into this family of music makers.
  From the moment I could hear from my mother's womb, my ears were bombarded with singing and the sweet sound of music.
  I was born into this.
I was born into this family full of talent.
what if I wanted to be a doctor?
What if I was supposed to be a healer?
  I was born into this.
I was born into this family that teaches their young that music is life, and all around us. And because I was born into this family, I didn't stand a chance.

It's around midnight
My feet kiss the cold, hard floor
I should have worn socks