Will I be the soft, floating cadence?
Ebony, ivory, right and left in perfect harmony.
With the complexity of everything I have.
Will I be the sliding notes
Disconcerting minute changes in the flow,
hidden to those with ears that won't hear.
Will I be strong and steady?
Can I keep those I hold dear in unity?
Will I be the harsh pounding, the strong arms
for those around me to fall into?
I will find the unrelenting strength inside.
Pulling quiet notes out of the ether
assigning sounds to my thoughts.
An emotion detailed in music.
Stripping back the layers to the truth.