Notes rush past me and flow through me.
Percussion marks the beating of my heart.
Syncopated base, mirrors mind’s musing.
Shaped patterns combine to feed my soul.
My creativity, that has struggled, crawled
leaving a handprint, a footprint in its wake
springs to life, reminding me I am awake.
Let the energy flow through me, fill space
and spaces all around me till the air sings.
While not in the same combination, each
note I hear, every drum beat and cymbal
crash echoes things that have been before.
At times, it may seem simple or complex.
We breathe air once the breath of greats.
Meaning remembered and then forgotten.
All music is love and all love is musical,
honest in ways difficult to comprehend.
In future generations, time beyond time,
we may know what we meant to history.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment