I wanted to show you

A part of my life.

A part -

That you seldom see.

A part -

Special to me.

A part -

Away from the radio and rock,

But you didn't want to come.



I wanted to show you

Something I love

Something I have worked for,

And something you can

Never truly take part in.



I want to show you

My love of Music

I can't explain why

I can sit patiently for hours

At a concert.

I can't express the feeling

I have when I hear

The sweet sound of a soprano sax

Or a muted trumpet.

The Shivers,

The Chills.



My voluntary muscles

- Move -

Involuntarily.

My feet tap, my head nods,

My fingers move, my body sways,

I want to dance.

I wonder,

How can you sit so still?



I wonder,

Why do you have a faraway look?

Do you feel it?

No, you are bored.



I can't explain to you

This part of my life.

I can't teach you about

Whole notes, half notes, sharps, and flats

I can't make you understand

The escape.



I wanted to show you

Because I can't explain.

You need to feel the rhythm

Need to feel the drums

Tap, tap, tap

Bang, bang, bang

If you would listen

You would hear it,

And then,

You would understand.