Music

I can hear it moving:
Dancing,
Writhing,
Winding.
I feel it behind my eyes, inside my head like a pulse
Alive
Reverberating within the chambers of my heart: an internal soundtrack.
It plays around in my soul:
Diving,
Twirling,
Twisting.

It oozes out of every pore, blanketing me like the warmest coat:

The warmest, downiest, fluffiest coat.

It thumps about in my brain and is the pace behind my steps

As I walk alone, everyone else oblivious, everyone else deaf.
It is the beat behind my heartbeat: that careful rhythm, that passionate thump, thump, thump.

 It hugs me gently:
Reaffirming
Comforting
Consoling.
It knows that I need it.
It knows its power,

Knows that it can stop the tears or make them come.
It wakes me up.  (Have I ever felt so awake, so
Alive?)

I can feel it moving
As I close my eyes and sing along.