*take a deep breath, yes you*
Oh how little do I know 
I 've been though told that I
Oh yes I can be so insightful! 

*can you hear my laughter?*

Don't define it yet.

Ear
A fine ear for music
Right from the very start why was I
Pondering and maundering
Longing to be able to hear my breath
Use my voice again sing sing sing
Get into the groove No more now

Silence is mine again 

I can hear my breath 
and control my breathing rhythm
I can sing without feeling
that I kill my fine ear for music
I cannot make music with my words yet
I need more time. . . 

 "Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music without the idea is simply music; the idea without the music is prose from its very definitiveness." Edgar Allan Poe