Music to my heart

What is poetry without its rhyme ?

It is like a heart without the motivation to beat.

To dance with no music disrupts the flow of thought.

Of rhythm.

Music has this familiarity that stains the message within a message, as how a poem furthers one’s feeling.

To feel it’s beat is to feel the ocean water on your skin. 

Cool, crisp, delicate. 

To pair with thought and words, creates a new dimension.

A new world to live in.

Fast, slow, sad, angry.

Each song affects somebody somehow, almost like a sea of emotions.

Unable to touch, but able to feel, and painted onto unspeakable words on a slightly ripped up piece of paper. 

To you, music.

And your capability to distract my mind into a further space of creativity.