Music flows through our veins,
rising, falling, pausing
Not just one song, but millions,
beginning, rising, rising some more
Guiding us through life,
climaxing, slowing, crawling
Until the day comes,
creeping, falling, suddenly changing
When we finally find,
changing again, trotting, sprinting
The hidden and unfinished,
running, jumping, leaping
Composition of all the melodies,
fluttering, gliding, flying
That play withing our souls,
loving, hating, dying.