I swore when I woke up this morning my heart was singing. Or flying. Either way, I just knew. The sun snuck in through my window grazing my cheeks, whispering “you are beautiful.” It sent a surge deep inside and the butterflies opened their eyes from gentle dreams and began to dance. Pirouetting inside of my soul.  I don’t believe in broken hearts; well, I did until I listened closely to mine. I can hear it beating like a lover’s ear on the other’s chest. Its rhythms exuding love;life;fire;lions roaring in the middle of the night. With every beat the fire grows, igniting electricity to shoot through my whole body—passion. I will never turn cold or calculating because my heart is big enough to sing for those who don’t want to hear anything. Can you hear how loud it is pounding for you? My extended fingertips are sending solace to your soul. Dance. Sing. Shout. Just don’t sit in silence when your heart wants to roar.