A Symphony in my Soul
I am fully convinced that my body is 95 percent music.
I tap rhythms on desktops,
Hum harmonies as I walk through the halls, my feet in time with the beat.
Chords make me smile, the intervals shimmering together as they ring and fade away.
In my mind, a thousand-piece wind ensemble lives,
made up of the world's greatest musicians.
They play the songs of my soul, perfectly in tune and balanced,
in a whirlwind that courses through me.
All of the instruments play together, in time with my footsteps.
In my mind, I have the largest, most beautiful choir in the world,
voices singing in harmony,
Their timbre perfected and their ranges unrestricted.
I analyze chords for my own enjoyment,
Listen for every glissando, every crescendo, every accent.
Most people need to have music played for them,
on a radio
an out-of-tune piano
But I need only to become a temporary introvert,
To the symphony in my soul