Can you feel it? The rhythm inside –
My brainwaves take me for a ride.
It pulses through my thoughts and makes
Them twist until the thinking aches.
I wonder if the world can hear
The beat within my inner ear.
It cannot make me jump and shout
But always makes my words stand out.
It comes as I begin to write,
A siren call I cannot fight.
Through my pen and onto the page,
Which suddenly becomes a stage.
It tells my words to leap and twirl:
The rhythm puts them in a whirl.
They partner up, rhyme-to-rhyme,
And skip and sway and prance in time.
Interpreting their graceful dance
Is not a task I leave to chance.
I love to feel them flowing through
My mind – they make my feelings true.
I must confess I cannot swing,
Or waltz or tap or even sing.
But I don’t feel upset and small
Because my words can do it all.