Adrift in a tranquil pond
I float, opening petals
To the sun.
Inhaling air,
Blooming.
I feel this on stage.
As words and movement
Erupt from inside.
I experience
Joy.
I feel this, fingers dancing
Across keys, music swells.
Feet thundering on
Pedals, moving
Rhythmically.
I feel this gazing, invested.
His voice flows through,
Calming me, he
Enjoys his
Games.
I feel this gripping utensils
Scrawling shapes, shading, coloring.
Breathing life into
Creation on
Paper.
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