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

held forever?

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.