Music arrives like weather—
first a tremor on the skin,
air learning how to touch me.
It hums through my bones,
a quiet thunder in the ribs,
loosening the knots I didn’t know I carried.
My heart takes the rhythm personally,
beats a little braver, a little softer,
as if it finally remembers its own name.
And for a moment, the world went quiet and all I can hear is my own feelings and thoughts being played through this melody.