To dance to to draw,
That is the question.
To sketch or to paint,
Yet another dilemma.
To rush your adrenaline,
Or become lost in thought.
I dance and dream from day to day,
Light from my bedroom window sweeps across my feet.
Stories fill my head as I move.
My breath quickens, the movie in my mind peaks.
To move or to think,
That is the question.
To spend hours changing sitting positions to lying ones,
Your head in the clouds,
As you explore a whole new world introduced by a book.
Or to run around after your sisters
Who took your favorite stuffed animal
And to fill the house with laughter
Echoing through the hallways,
And to give your mother a small smile that you don't see.
Music clouds my thoughts.
I hear it when I dance,
I hear it when I draw,
When I read,
When I breathe.
Stories and adventures come to me
Through the melodies in my head,
May they be soft and slow,
Or quick and upbeat.
I will dance.
Or sing,
Draw or play,
Read or dream.
All to the sound of music.
