• Not background music

    Nor even the soundtrack

    It is the music that emanates from my soul

    It is the essence of who I am

    The theme repeating

    Adjusting, adapting to the world

    Sometimes deep and quiet

    Sometimes strong and vibrant

    Joined by other melodies as our paths cross for awhile

    A gentle strain floats into the air—


    Waxing, waning in its beautiful minor melody

    And my theme swells into a staccato fugue

    Easing, releasing, my theme quiets as

    The gentle theme floats in and out of my symphony

    No one hears my song

    No one adds their rich harmony

    No one dances to my music

    And so I wait