yes,
my brain speaks in music
i guess
yes,
when i get nervous
all i can hear is the music
with my heartbeat drumming out a tempo
that is anything but steady
with all the chaos of a disorganized band
with twenty trumpets
no clarinets
one flute
and thirty-five saxophones
with all the panic of a terrified orchestra
fingers flying over the strings
bows going a thousand directions
with the cellos flubbing every other note
and the soloist going too fast
yes,
when i get frantic,
my head is an explosion of sound
a c five ledger lines above the staff
(the highest note on a flute fingering chart)
my head is fingers moving sloppily
over piano keys
too many wrong notes
bow hairs breaking
cracked reeds
the flurry of sheet music
as the stand is bumped
and the music falls to the ground
yes,
my mind speaks in music
isn't it lovely?
more a symphony of terror
than a concerto of beauty
this is how my mind works
do you understand now?
this is not a pretty bach minuet
it's a cacophony of out of tune notes,
crescendoing
and speeding up
notes climbing higher and higher
you wanted to my hear brain's orchestra,
listen to my band of my emotions
here it is
yes,
my brain speaks in music,
but it is far from pretty.
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
