The music lives

My heart beats at a steady tempo.
In accented quarter notes.
My thoughts tick like a staccato metronome.
Crescendo, decrescendo.

Pianissimo watching the sun rise.
Piano through the sleeping house.
Mezzo forte down the street.
Forte when I laugh, fortissimo when I shout.

Stretches of music staff run through my veins.
My eyes wonder from object to object,
Like that of sheet music,
Producing song.

Whole notes of weeping.
Half notes of sighing.
The measure of a quarter note.
Oh the climax of sixteenth notes.

I'll hold on to this moment,
Like that of a fermata.
Again
D.C al Coda, to Coda.

The music lives in our hearts.
Echoes through our minds.
Don't just listen to the music around you,
Feel it revive you.