Music playing in my head
and in my fingers,
through the light in my eyes
music in my elbows and knees and toes
music in my every glance, every thought
poetic expression
gently demanding respectful acknowledgement
My long hair, every hair
in silent awe of the music
my music
living, not with the shadow, but in the shadow
and around it and everywhere I am
Inside of me and my shadow
my darkest corner, it fears nothing
neither rejection nor criticism
music in my pulse
every drop of my blood, every movement
and When I Sleep...
And when I sleep it carries me away
it haunts me and protects me
fueling my every dream
my every word
my truest self
Music is my lover
passionate and comforting
It is my demon
torturous and consuming
And I worship it as it worships me
I need it as it needs me
the songs of my soul
the melody of my nightmare
horror, lovely horror
terrorizing my being
lifeless, empty I cannot be
for I am never alone.
The music shall be my love, my love
and the music shall be my love