her world is a song
a rumble, a roar
she'll find a cadence
no matter the source
a bang and a stomp
or the sound of the rain
origin unimportant
her heartbeat entrains
her bones catch the beat
the movement, the flow
is she taken away
or has she come home?
as the music moves through her
her frame finds the dance
she steps into the rhythm
her bright soul expands
she fills the space
it's why she was made
embodied embrace
of sound, of grace