Anthology

I have music in my blood.
The notes flow in my veins
Piecing themselves into chords, riffs, and cheerful melodies. The tunes drift through my heart and back into my limbs Enriched.
With every beat a new song begins
And I can see mother’s violin on the fire place,
Father’s bass near the book case, sissy’s flute on the piano. One day, my piano. If I earn it.
My heart beats.
The songs surge back into my impatient fingertips.
When. When I earn it.