The boy in my science class said i didn’t like music

But I had just lost my headphones

And the world was silent for a few days

The girl in my theatre group said I had no rhythm

But it’s because

I dance for myself

And no one else

I listen to music.

I listen to

Soft, quiet love songs,

Meant for misty mornings

And settling into blankets with

a cup of tea and honey

They play the tune to my heart

On the nights i need someone,

Especially when no one’s there

I listen to heart-racing,

Adrenaline-pumping,

page-turning

war songs,

about break-ups

and bullet shells

and victories

They break through the floorboards

And roar through my ear drums.

I listen to in-between songs

that can pump me up,

so I’m ready to blast essays

Through my pen,

or wind me down,

so I’m ready

to die and live and surf and fly,

resting upon a very-un-feather-stuffed

pillow

or solidify my essence

Enough to spill through my fingers,

Onto the keys.

I listen to music.