I HEAR THE SOUND OF PAGES RUSTLING, AS I READ MY NEWEST BOOK
I HEAR THE MELODY OF A PIANO AS I PRACTICE ON THE KEYS
I HEAR THE LOUD SOUND OF MY VOICE AS I SING BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
I HEAR THE DRIP OF MY TEARS WHEN I'M SAD AND TAKE A MOMENT TO CRY
I HEAR THE SOUND OF CHILDREN's LAUGHTER AS MY SIBLING PLAY ALL AROUND ME
I HEAR THE SCRATCH OF A MY PENCIL AS I WRITE POETRY AND STORIES
OR WHEN I GO OUT TO DROWN
I HEAR THE SONG OF MYSELF, OF EVERYTHING I AM
OF THE VIBRATION OF MY LIVING SOUL
OF THE BUMP OF MY HEARTBEAT
OF THE FAMILY THAT'S ALWAYS KEPT ME WHOLE
I HEAR THE SONG OF WHO I AM
THE SONG OF MY SPIRIT AS I GROW AND BECOME A STRONGER PERSON