I Live in Music (A Variation on ntozake shange)

I live in music
In soulful sound, that universal pedagogue
She birthed me, a child of notes and emotions
Released, not harnessed
Through the pulsating buds
The phones that pour life into my ears
I hear the sloshing in my head,
A cauldron of cultures.
Bach and Lennon take turns,
They stir the soup and keep my senses Keane.
Until the Cold night comes, when I dream and Play
In Sounds.
Ones you can Pet and shape
Into molds of life.
And that's when I learn.
That's where she teaches me
To live,
To live through music.

The End

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