magic flows
from my fingers
flowing
it lingers
lovingly
in my ear
holding her
letting her breathe
making her sing
makes me happy
to be here
she whispers to me
oscillates
at my frequency
lets me speak
my soliloquy
without saying a word
what a waste of life i would be
with no ability for creativity
i have a need for my heart beating
while my soul still has melody
yet to be heard