5-23-16 In My World

 •In my world•

In my world,

Everyone is a song 

Every person you meet is a new song to dance to

A new song to learn to play

A melody that can be in perfect pitch or so out of tune you have to cover your ears with a pillow

In my world, 

Every song is a new person

New songs you listen to become new stories to tell

To cry over 

To laugh to 

To dance to

To sing to

Every person has their own them song that plays when they walk into a room or when you first hear them speak 

In my world, 

Every stroke of a bow on a violin string is a feeling 

Every movement of the arm is a memory 

Almost like the instrument is crying or laughing 

In my world, 

Every feeling is the pluck, pluck, pluck of a viola

Anger is the wailing and smashing of an electric guitar 

Happiness is the brush of a ukulele 

Every pick or strum is a love song, maybe one no one has ever heard 

In my world,

Every cello is a river

Flowing continuously down a stream of broken notes and perfect bellows 

Every thing it passes it hangs on to

Just for a moment it feels like the notes are speaking

Hanging on to every movement, every passing notation 

In my world, 

Every harmony is someone who doesn't apologize for being who they are

Someone who makes the day theirs 

Every stained glass window 

Every first bloom 

Every purple sky 

Every curly hair in a mess of straight 

Every crater on the moon

Every broken sea shell

Every painted hand 

Every scratched record

Don't be afraid to play the wrong phrase, it might turn into a harmony