Saturday, October 1, 2011

Fall;

makes me think of cripsness
of excellent music, such distinctness.
My heart falling every time to a tune so serene
my heart can't help but lean into love all around me.
It surrounds me.
I sway to the tune
sometimes, too far, henceforth I swoon.

This music wraps me up in its melody.
I can't breathe any bad for the life of me.
The beat of the drum brings out the free in me.
I spin and I turn; I must move my feet.
I can't be complete without this motion that lets my heart flee my body.

.the drudgery of everyday wears away with the songs we play.


2 comments:

Courtney said...

"the beat of the drum brings out the free in me."--woah dude. that just really hit me! this whole post did right now.
beauty. that's what it is. and what you and your heart are.
grateful. that is what I am. :)

Courtney said...

(also, one of my favorite things is when things say, "1 comments." with an s on the end haha. it's the little things, Kate.) ;)