You heard me. You heard me cry. You heard me laugh. Now, I hear you. I hear you in everything. The music is like my soul. It describes a part of me that no one may enter, yet I keep myself open. Give my soul back, you twerp! My friends stare at you, but I stare at you in a new way. the way of music. Like the leaves falling, I fall, fall into you, fall into the trance. Willingly. The music, it distracts my soul. Quenches the thirst no mortal can describe. A poet, a writer, and a song writer. I am, in a word, the being of my soul. Or, many words. However you feel it is.

You thought I was normal. You thought I could carry a tune, no more. I smile at your ignorance, for I can sing. I can and do. I kiss the world no one truly understands, but then I fall away, as if I could truly understand what I was. The fall and rise of my chest as I hear you. the fall and rise of the chords as I sing...It is unearthly, and I smile, as anyone would...


Fly away on the notes, lose yourself in the painful, crying melodies that I describe in a way that no one understands...


-Me, Myself, and I