An internal song within me,
since my first breath since my first glance at light.
Its melody moves with purpose
it moves with assurance
it moves with hope.
Written into my finger tips,
written upon my spirit.
Orchestrating my movements,
its moves behind the scenes
its tempos whispers of beauty
it whispers of sweetness
it whispers.
I know to follow its rhythm.
A syncopation,
a beat that flows beneath the river of my life.
Reverberations safe guard
bringing urgency,
bringing warning.
The song enlivens my spirit to breath
to take in life
to see.
My layers removed it seeps into my pores
it softens my exterior,
the song is no longer for my ears.