Pulse

I keep my ears on the pitch of life
when I can't find the key.
The thumping rhythm leads a chorus
directing me to move and sing.
This song has been with me
as long as I've had air to breathe
and filled my heart with joy and passion
to share the spirit kept within.

When it sped up, grew strong and full
when it slowed, grew quiet and glum.
I should have listened.
Instead of looking to the sky,
I should only keep my mind;
bite my tongue and bide my time,
to cut out the noise and listen.

Nothing ever speaks the truth,
like changing notes and timely cues.
The ebb and flow of tone and chords
will teach me timing and teach me tune.
When all in one I can't cry out,
but wait in turn the lyrics will come.
If I open my heart and express my fears,
the world will listen and my
purpose is revealed.

There is no choice but to keep it going
if I choose to sing.
I'll always have the song inside and
If I breathe, it will survive-
because it is in me.
When I find I've lost my sense
I can remember I'll always have
my hand on the pulse, my vigor
my song; it is the only living truth.