Filled With Song

My fingers brush the strings of an old guitar, hidden away in the closet in my room. A small smile plays my lips and I close my eyes, picturing me playing that guitar. Me singing some song on a bench in the rain. Singing the music that makes my heartbeat pulse through my whole body. I can sing. I know I can, I just need practice. I laugh as I picture the look on my friends faces when I tell them this. I smile and put the guitar away, all the while thinking of how I'd love to learn to play that guitar. To go to a friends party and sing. To make them feel what I do when I ride a high brought on by nothing more or less than music. Breathless, I sit on my bed, my face glowing. I will learn. I will learn to let out the song that makes my heart fill with so much joy I feel like I'm going to explode. Still smiling, I put on my favorite music and let that high take me to a higher place.