I am your undertone
Not much noise
One string is all I need
I am the block that holds the house
the foundation
I am the last brick you fix in
I am steady
In my belly lies curls of other instruments
I am the heartbeat in your ears
Sometimes I take the spotlight
You only need two syllables from me
My move is predictable
But you cannot imitate me
On me,
The guitar and violin strings grow
From my guts
Lyrics spill
I am the swag in your steps
The nod to your head
The worms to ears
The tick to your fingers
Like humidity
I am invincible but present
I am the bass line of your favorite song
About the Creator
Shayfe Shiphrah
I'll provide the words for the feelings you struggle to describe
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