you said music could breathe through veins just as well as blood
and the way you said it felt so real
that when the notes in me got caught in clots
that my heart was too weak to flush smooth
and no breath in or out could resolve the cognitive dissonance that came
when i choked on my newfound ability to make the senseless make sense
i found the uncertainly certain notion of belonging in the rubble of my fallen back shelf
knowing my body was built for melody
i let the chords bleed from clenched ribs teeth and fists
while i remembered your voice whispering
that being a child of song was never my choice to make
like it or not.
and now i answer to the sound of my own heart breaking.
i let it crush me
and let the earth craft harmony
from my freshest precious cracks
and now the music chooses me again.