A note, or two
Soaring aimlessly through the air
Slipping into my ears.
Two notes or three
Falling from my mind
Responding to the others.
A chord, is made
Strummed and struck
Played and heard.
A jumble of notes
Twisting through space
Through my mind
Gluing themselves to a sheet
Of lines.
A crescendo of sounds
Beautiful and stronger than any man or woman.
It reaches its forte and I feel the strings of my heart being tugged and pulled.
The tune
It quiets.
Silence unfolds
In the varying breaths of the music
As its chest rises
And falls
I hear something no one else can
My story, my life
A note, or two
A day, or two.