Poetry

Symphonies

A child of varying notes,

Symphonies are your fuel.

You are music,

Music is what runs through you.

Your life runs in perfect melodies,

The highs and the lows making your blood rush to your head, and your heart skips a beat.

So dance, my child!

Dance like it's the last happy day of your life.

Feel the blood singing in your ears,

Feel the music of this universe.