When My Senses Align...

Sat, 02/01/2020 - 02:38 -- HAbower

Bleaming lights illuminates my skin.

      My eyes polished with fear, my fingers tremble hovering over the keys.

            A dim wave of heads sit as they prepare to indulge their ears.

      Those timorous eyes fall shut and lungs fill up.

            At first, I realease the air through my instrument. 

       I continue to make a sound until my senses align, I am no longer terified.

I turn those notes into emotions flowing from an extention of my body

The more I play the more I want to engulf the world with my melodic flow

There's nothing else in this moment that I'd rather be doing

There's no where else I'd rather be

At this moment, I don't ever want to stop...

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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