I’m not sure who I am,
If I’m supposed to be here.
I’m not sure if I’m the right person,
If this should be happening to me.

I do know who I’m supposed to be with.
What I’m supposed to feel when around them.
What to say or do,
When to laugh or cry.

When to play my music for my love of it,
And express my feelings throughout the keys on the piano,
Or the bowing on my violin.
The feeling of acceptance of something I do well.

The touch of something soft and delicate,
The life of another.
The sound of something beautiful and sensational,
The music within my heart.