Symphony

They say the basic necessities of life are food, water, and shelter.

I say they're wrong.

They forgot one thing: Music.

They forgot that the very thing keeping you alive is a metronome

Because you are a symphony.

The metronome is your heart, keeping the beat and pumping melodies through your veins.

The composer is your brain.

The left brain deciding upon time measures and how to build the piece with notes and rests, 

The right brain deciding upon the key, the dynamics, and what kind of tonality should be expressed. 

Music is a part of us.

Every reverberation of the vocal chords, every tapping of fingernails upon a surface, every foot step

Creates something beautiful.

I can't live without music.

It's always been a part of me.

When I was three,

My great grandpa started calling me a hummingbird.

He kept on calling me hummingbird until the day he died,

No one every needed to ask why, because they all knew. 

He claimed I hummed wherever I went, whether I was aware I was doing it or not. My friends laugh as I sit there in class, my fingers tapping along the desk to the song I am writing on piano,

Or as I strum and pick at the air as I learn how to play something new on guitar.

Someone says one word and I immediately have approximately three songs it reminds me of. 

My life is a story told through verses, choruses, bridges, and refrains;

It's in my fingers, my blood my heart, my brain.

I can't live without music,

Because I am a symphony.