It floats through the air like
a
warm
breeze,
yet
it
Can
screech
Across
The
Room
Like
A
Bullet
train.
To
Some,
it bares its claws and gnashes
its teeth in a way they don’t
understand, to others it’s a feeling
That they’ve been waiting for
someone to show, other than
themselves. It’s the thing that
Gets a party started, then holds
you when you’re in the corner
alone saying “it will be alright.
It’s like a friend that gets you
and you wonder to yourself
how you managed to find
them.
It’s a melody, it’s a rhythm, it can be words and stories. It’s music.