It Calls To Me
It calls to me
sometimes ever so softly
just a tickle in my ear
or gently it whispers
brings forth fresh tears
other times not so subtle
with full vibration pulse
it comes alive
my senses thrive
shakes me to my very core
then there are the times
snuck up upon, without realize
but sure enough, I find the source
nameless notes that buzz and dance about my head
I catch myself humming ever so quietly
humming the overflow from within
but no matter how it comes to me
the call is always there
in every fiber of my being
from the tip of my toes to my very last hair
music is a part of me
one I could not live without
for a life without song,
without dance, without shout
is no life I care to live
or even talk about.
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