not often am I so consumed by the noise my head is making
that I have no need for music.
but you, my dear,
are a different story.
you are the birds harmonizing in the early light
you are the blood banging on my veins, begging to be released
you are the humming of the
breeze as it swirls around my feet, leaving me feeling serene
you are the exclamations of spontaneity as I rush to the air
you are the clicking of my heels as they rise up and fall to the floor
you are the screams I release as I realize what life is
you are the music to my ears
the music to my heart
I kinda like this one ☺️