I used to keep music close to my body,
Near to my heart, near to my soul.
But music did not want to sit upon my shoulder,
No, she wanted lean against my person
and be my equal in size. She wanted me
to allow her to speak through a larger, deeper
voice that many took for granted. She knew
that I would come to love her in this
form and see her just as more valuable.
She opened my eyes as I listened to her
boast through others and see how her
quieter voices complimented and supported
her during her times of high pitched beauty.
Music took the violin away from me
and gave me what I love most, the bass. She
gave me a change and I saw it as beautiful.
She is not done with me, no. There are others
who will change to her other forms and love
her most there.