The Language of Music

I replay melodies
Over and over
Until my mind
Takes over them
And memorizes keys
Signatures
And the elegant way
It trickles like
Raindrops upon a windowsill.
Through my veins
Stirring within me
Emotions I never realized
Hiding within.
It scurries me away
Into daydreams
Inspires my senses
And drives me to write-
It finds the words
That eludes me
Yet none
In the language, I speak
Other than song
Even when my voice
Cracks like a snapping whip
My vocal cords resound
Within the chamber of my lungs
Each note held
Like my breath
Waiting to feel it catching
Snagging on diction
Hollow tones haunting
Luring me into
Yet another set of lyrics
that makes me weep
laugh
and elicits wistful dreams
of things or those out of reach.
Music does not tell me to quiet down
And sometimes when no one listens
or when they do-
Music understands
And doesn’t adjust the volume.

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