What It Is That I Am
It is not in my mouth
As I expel warm life into the cold brass
And feel it move through the neck to the bell
It is not in my fingers
As they move over the keys
In rapid succession
It is not on the paper
Drawn with thick black symbols
Dotted across evenly spaced lines
It starts in my chest and spreads out
Warmth
Tingling
Flexible
Fluid
It starts deep inside and fills me
Until it cannot be contained
Until I must release It
Until it must be heard
There is no choice
I am
Music
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StarlightHope
Young man I hope you know just how proud your mother is of you. I have never in my life read more beautiful words from someone so young. I am constantly amazed by what I see of your moms posts. Never let anyone tell you to change Robbie. You are one brilliant, beautiful talented soul and I hope one day soon I can hear you for myself. Always be your own kind of wonderful. ❤️