If I Were A Song

If I were a song

my heart would harp on birthing bumping basslines, head bobbing and feet stomping;

my steps would climb to a climactic comfortable crescendo

creating the rising desiring in all of us to give authorization to aberrations

and sanction the exploration of a world without insecurities as we simply glide gracefully or maybe goofy amongst our diligent daily dance partners.

See, if I were a song, my soul would murmur a mellow melody reminiscent of a modest holiday while happiness harmonizes humbly at the horizon

and my words...

oh my words like fireflies would faintly whisper the simple secrets of a fruitful life;

my words like the seeds surrounded by pulp ready to be picked, polished and planted in a poets garden, guarded by galumphing gargoyles while the tulips party

my words would be the smile upon which the verses lay aloft on the licked lips of the lyricist and with them

the chorus would be comprised of my countenance;

the turntabelist leaves scratches on the concrete

as ze tries to capture the autumn of my irises

the joyous djembes jam away, like babies beating beach buckets

amongst the summer sand shades of my skin

the pleasurable polyrythms pumped each word with its own personality like a winter snowflake flittering from the pulp of my lips,

the catchy calming quirky encouraging conversation of the tune, springs forth a showering invitation like my charming fickle freckles.

There would be a guitar riff of regrets,

a piano solo of sacred memories

and no falsettos since my song would settle for no less

then being sung by masses ze nestles with.

It would be a song that everyone could pair with

but there'd be no song to compare it with,

an audio anomaly all of its own.

But you see, i don't have to be a song because my life is a symphony.

It is already made up of music and rhythm,

everyday is a new verse,

every night calls forth the chorus,

every step is a new note

every year marks a new movement

and most of all each person in my life is a different instrument helping build an opus of optimism,

arranging the colors of my aura

without them i would be nothing more than a troubadour wandering the streets alone.

So if it were up to me I would spin the track back to when the earth was flat and dance on vinyl, so we could record our every step as the baseline still beats an undertone of gratitude for those who take the time to learn and perform and build up my symphony.

I thank you for taking the time to create with me.

And with one final great big gasping breath we blow our worries to the wind over the edge of the map

then play it all back

listening as our hearts beat in time with the track:

Thank you.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you.

Thank you for your love.

Thank you.