Without the Beat

The music is what feeds my soul. Without a constant rhythm, my body and mind do not function. I need the constant flow of pitch coursing through my veins. Upon its absence, all emotion dissipates. I now have nothing left. I am an empty cavern hoping for a stream to begin to flow in me. I wish for the moment I hear a small drip or the chirp of a creature – little and susceptible to all kinds of danger. I need that beat the music brings. Maybe it’s my own heart. I am dead without the beat.