headphones
my house is quiet to others
but my thoughts are always loud
just me without noise of sisters or brothers
still the people in my headphones make me proud
to be alone but not lonely
always learning through the lyrics
fascinated by the melody
a growing collection of guitar picks
music inspires creativity
It taught me pride in self teaching
listening helps my scattered mind practice productivity
a crescendo of sound forever reaching
even if the volume's low
there are always new layers to discover
music shapes how I grow
because there are always new lessons to uncover
This poem is about:
Me