I am music
I am music
I am music
I enter the room with percussion
Or a gentle rise
You will feel me beating at skin
Or stirring emotion
I am an ice-blue vein
Ticking in your wrist
I am life
I am music

I remember you
And I lead you to places
You’ve known before
I am music and memory
I was there in the room
When you first made love
I echo your ecstasy
I aid your grief
I will come to your funeral
I am all things to all people
I am music
I am life

I am the loner in the corner
And the dancer in the spotlight
I am laser beam and strobe
Attuned to your mood
I can lift you or sink you
I carry the words
You repeat in my presence
In smoke-wreathed bars
And sun-warmed squares
I will come to your party
And stay the night
I am life
I am music
An ice-blue vein
Ticking in your wrist
I will make you happy
(or sad)
But will comfort you
And make you dance
In my crescendo
I am music
I am music, I am music


© Deb Matthews-Zott (debbizo)


I’ll be uploading three alternative versions of this pella, one in which the ending is sung. The emphasis on words is slightly different in each version and they can be intermixed.