Sometimes magic happens...

My joy
sits in my hands
begging to be played.
I put my lips to the harp
and
sometimes
magic happens.

Admittedly, alot of the time, not so much.

But on those nights
when I find my spiritual place
when my breathing becomes
my movement becomes
my rhythm becomes
my dance,
on those nights I am alive
in ways
I've never known.

I play to everyone.
I play to no one.
I play until the music stops coming
and then I listen
to the silence
that exists
without me.