I get sad waiting for answers to questions I’ve called.
I am not perturbed by silence.
I am only disturbed when it is silent.
So I must play my music… begin the dance to the songs in my head.
I love music.
It gives me melody.
It helps me to dance out in the streets.
And my rhythm changes, my pace changes
My tempo vibrates
Until I find the right frequency
Categories: Mundane trite