I often find myself repeating a specific song numerous times and before we reach the climax, I want to rewind to anticipate once more.
Teasing self and increasing meanings
Each playback registers a moment on the ring of inclusion
Some I may never get back, others I have yet to manifest
Unaware the future has already been seen...
Time machine, all guzzled up in green
Wanting to be laced in a canopy, listening to something inspiring.
Billie Jean, Pink Matter, Dirty Diana, and Astroid Blues, clearly I’m in a mood
Born with music in our veins, some sing, others master vessels to translate, pushing those vibrations out for us to recognize and appreciate.
music: a cell, the mitochondria, alone
Thinking about what music means to me, the question runs so deeply. Strapped to my breast
The relationships that form individually, between strings and keys...
I realized what I could be, embracing this part of me
The funny thing is that I haven’t truly begun to seek, barely even a peak
Afraid of the lengths, aware of some strengths
Within these walls of me, melodies latched onto memories
Loving this part of my life, where I spin in circles, waiting for a direction to choose me.
Facing the energy instead of running from it
Rhythms encapsulate the shocks brought to my heart
I am grateful in life for the opportunity to create beautiful things
And for the melodies life brings
