The Sound of my My Soul

Music

You should probably know,

That when I show you a song that I love,

I’ve been listening to it on repeat, sometimes for weeks.

Until I feel the beat of it, carved into my bones.

Until I feel the lyrics leak from my pores like the morning after a heavy night of drink.

I smell like a song,

And sometimes I fucking look like one too.

When I share the music I love with you,

I’m showing you what a piece of my soul sounds like.

Something ancient in me screams along to a heavy drum which is my skin stretched tight over bone until I sing.