Moved

Moved, trapped, bursting with empty expression,

panting at ineffable emotion,

sweet, sweet pitch,

energy of inspiration, of beauty...

pure joy I perceive, and I so want it, I feel it, I want more,

I refuse to ignore it, to continue postponing, allowing myself to tedious tasks,

for the music is there, it sings, it always is,

it brings joy and light through only air,

proving that such joy, such energy

can be anywhere... everywhere.

And I want to feel it, to make it, to dance it, to immerse myself in it,

but I'm at the office,

What to do?

Enjoy... your soul is yours.

How to feel it more? To feel so... willing, excited, PASSIONATE???

I ask you, Music, Life,

help me be with you.

I pant to soothe my

burning larynx, lungs,

pleading me to let them burst in

song and music and joy and truth.

But I'm at the office.