I get this tingle up my arms
Whenever I hear a good voice
Its so satisfying
Whenever a trumpet snarls in my ear
Completes a arrangement
When me and my partner in crime matched tones for the first time
I saw music
Before when I heard my father singing back when I was a little girl
I discovered music
When I joined choir I wasn't alone
I heard so many voices
And when I turned 14 I learned how to learn
And now I learn music
I'll get those chills up my back
Whenever I match that pitch
And whenever the people I love make their own music
And they thrive
It sounds so good
Sounds like love
Music theory was never just written down
Its in our bodies
We all have a music spark
For the language humans speak isn't assigned color or ethnicity
Its in the vibrations of our reeds
Our lips
Our vocal strings
Our ears will gather data of the first love we all hear
Music of crys in a hospital
And a death rattle on a death bed
Depends on how you want to see it
Or play it
Or read it
Just don't squeak it
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 1:58 AM UTC
I get this tingle up my arms
Whenever I hear a good voice
Its so satisfying
Whenever a trumpet snarls in my ear
Completes a arrangement
When me and my partner in crime matched tones for the first time
I saw music
Before when I heard my father singing back when I was a little girl
I discovered music
When I joined choir I wasn't alone
I heard so many voices
And when I turned 14 I learned how to learn
And now I learn music
I'll get those chills up my back
Whenever I match that pitch
And whenever the people I love make their own music
And they thrive
It sounds so good
Sounds like love
Music theory was never just written down
Its in our bodies
We all have a music spark
For the language humans speak isn't assigned color or ethnicity
Its in the vibrations of our reeds
Our lips
Our vocal strings
Our ears will gather data of the first love we all hear
Music of crys in a hospital
And a death rattle on a death bed
Depends on how you want to see it
Or play it
Or read it
Just don't squeak it