# Poem #96: Not Much of a Dancer

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Music, Poem, Poetry, experience, sound, writing

#97 of Poetry

I've always been someone that when I hear music that I like, I tend to just tune the world out and get really into the music. This is how I feel I could describe that experience. Hope you enjoy.

When my days are troubled  
I always reach for my headphones  
And put them in my ears

Slowly, the rhythm passes through my veins  
Flowing through every part of me.  
When I feel the beat kick  
My hearts yearns to align  
with the drum

I feel the beat  
kick the hate, anger, pain  
As my mouth forms words,  
singing off sorrows, worries, fear  
Replace with the melody  
of better emotions

I leave the world  
for a song or twelve  
Watching things melt around me  
As the music and I  
Find our zone of peace.

~bhscorch1313

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