I Hear Music in the WInd
I feel music in my heart.
I feel it run from my fingers, through my veins, to my heart.
I can feel it.
Every note, every rhythm, every pitch, every melody,
I can hear it.
I hear music in the wind.
Through the trees, through the leaves.
I can hear it.
I can hear the people come together no matter their race,
no matter their sexuality,
no matter where the live, or where they come from.
They can hear it.
They can hear the melody that is in each of our hearts.
We share these meodies like a deck of cards.
Carfully dealing out each one, different yet the same.
Delicate yet worn.
Used yet loved.
I hear music in the wind.
Can you hear it?