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.
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