The music sometimes makes me wanna dance. I like to shake it all about. But only when there is no one else in sight. They may surely catch a fright. The music sometimes makes me want to cry. When they tell my story, it makes me want to run and hide before anyone tries to take a shot, capture me and shut me down.
The music sometimes settles me. I find comfort in each word that it sings to me
The music in my room is a good friend to me, I feel it coarse through my veins once more. I’m alive once again. Thanks to the music in my veins.
The Music©
Copyright 2016, 2018
by Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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