The beat

A metronome; a tempo
Steady
One, two, three
Some say life is just a tango
We’re the choir learning to sing

Every note,
Needs a medium
Every melody,
Needs a beat

Like every bird,
Has a chance to take wing,
As every failure;
Feels defeat

A steady rhythm; of fluid grace
In a perfect harmony
Beautiful songs
Sung so melodic
Lovesick, sad, and lonely

Feel the waves
Of the music
The colors
It makes you see

Become one in that moment
Become one with everything

Heart-beats
That underlying tune
I am the song inside me
Like the summer and spring
Inside June