Blue flowers burst into bloom

From my fingertips,

Springing from the root

of the strings.

Birds rise and fly free.

Breezes of songs give them wings.

Open blue skies. Open your heart.

Can you sing?

When you're alone and no one's listening,

Music voices your soul through the keys

As your fingers spin sounds into meaning.

Others may hear the reflection of you,

But they cannot hear your heart.

The code we speak is unique,

Many dialects of the same feelings.

Uncensored voice is art. Everyone sings.