This melody;
Cascades through my personal drums,
Reeking havoc on my body,
As the tune slips off my lips.

Sheets and sheets of scribbles,
Each note reflects a word,
Of a foreign language,
Like a chirping bird.

Like water, they flow,
From one bud to the next,
Each eloquently performed verse,
It supplies the beating of my chest.

Rhythms through the tips,
My fingers begin to tap along,
My throat slightly hums the tune,
Of the familiar song.

The magic passion it contains,
The pulse, the beat, the same
It flows throughout my veins,
And leaves a little stain.

As my hips begin to sway,
My spine slithers to the sound,
Music fills the room,
**and I am happiness bound.