The Music In Me

The music in me has this electrifying essence. That brings out the true me---my emotional presence. Yeah simply put it overwhelms me. Mostly overburdened by words churning right to left. East and west. A beat pattern that only I can see. Rhythms - rhymes all in tune with my mental beat. Flowing down my fine spine intensifying cold heat. The chills. That are the melody inside that keeps playing and playing. What else can I do apart from listen to it's sayings. Saying, " speech trapped in inner voice, and can't escape a world of random words," my mind. But can't escape a curse overburdened with tales. Threads. Saids. And empty words. This music in me is a part I most cherish. For without my simple sonnets then me---my soul shall perish. 24/07/13?