The Rhythm in my body,
sometimes a sweet melody,
sometimes a deep melancholy.
Rolling in are also the drums,
my heart joins in with the palpitating beats.
The rhythm the vibes,
sometimes make me dance.
The alternating high and low bass,
too often makes me choke.
The violin stringing in my head,
doesn’t let me sleep.
The strumming base guitar rocks me
and stops me from a sudden weep
I’m high up in the cloud,
sleeping in the bed of the river Blue, is also me.
I’m loud and all over the place,
tiny as a ball, crept in a corner, is also me.
I’m fire, catching up faster,
trying reaching the heavens.
I’m water, making my way through the cracks,
earnestly, joining the Red ocean.