Musician's View

There is a beat bouncing through her brain that she can’t help but step to Her soul is overflowing with melodies; they long to be sung She hears a song and stops to listen as pitches and rhythms are mapped out before her eyes Her heart pounds to a metronome Cold fingers fly, creating heat and light She glances once at a page, then closes her eyes and lets her hands take over Independent from her gentle body, they leap furiously around the instrument, as sound soars Mesmerizing colours dance outwards, fading into bare walls Ink on paper, black and white Now, a vibrant array, filling the dark room with light and hope The last note rings, echoing through her head As it dissipates, the only noise is the tick-tick-tick In perfect unison with a soft boom, boom, boom They are shots of black and white Spraying and blending into all sorts of grey A rainbow, sketched by a dull pencil and not yet completed with sharp, bright crayons She is suddenly aware of distant keys plunking, Drawing her out of a world of perfect harmonies, and into one that is dismally dissonant As she ventures out, the beat pounds through her, and the melody continues to flow through her veins.