Unspoken

  This is another one I wrote in 11th grade for my anthology.  It's about music :) My favorite!  I just love it :)

Each day is a new chance

To sit and create

The music that flows

So easily from inside me

With a deep breath,

I lift my hands from my lap

And place them gently on the keys,

Waiting for inspiration to strike

With a plunk of a note,

A chord is built,

A cadence forms,

Flowing fluidly, freely

Where words fail,

Melody comes in.

When thoughts falls short,

Harmony creates.

Each key creates

A complex pattern.

Each note alone is weak,

But together, become a song

The music in me

Is a language of its own,

The language inside

Of my heart and soul.