We had a gay ‘ol time
Music is the sway of her hair as it swings through the melodies in the air. Music is the stomp of her boot as she commands the drums and drives the percussion. Music is on the tip of her fingers as they dance over strings and keys. Music is in her yell and her whisper as she calls out her story. Music is in her muscles, bones and blood as she dances to a beat that no one knows but she. She is music and Music is she.