Thursday, August 25, 2011

I keep a beat in my heart
And a song in my breath.
Harmonizing with the world,
We dance with a spring our step.

The audience are just performers waiting
For their set, and music not yet composed.
They'll all take the stage someday,
With fears of jeers silenced in their minds.

For we all sing in our cages,
Even though we may never take flight.
Our wings may be clipped,
But can the same be said of our spirit?

With love we attack each note.
And poor intonation is taken with grace.
And when the beat ceases
Let our requiem sustain.

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