QueenBee

Here you lie,

Upon the grass,

Clover disguising your fragile body.

Far away from your nest and kin,

How did you get here?

Ruining your innocence

Ruining mine

Comes the wheel - 

When I find

That maybe I don't love it anymore -

When I lost the spark

When I realized

I don't really care

If I make it,

Or don't -

It scares me.

I wander around at practice,

Walking through a field of dandelions

Clinging to my wish,

Clutched in one hand,

Wondering what on earth

I could possibly ask this field of dandelions for.

Should I ask

He raises his hands,

And as our cue,

We begin our dance -

Instruments,

Communicating,

It's like we can talk to each other

Through the song.

He claps his hands twice -

I feel the drumbeat.

I feel the pulse of the music,

Reverberating around my ears and brain,

Twisting into my heart.

I feel the bassline

With each hit of the sound

Pulsating your energy around you

Two days

Was all it took.

A day of rehearsals;

Discussing, analyzing, perfecting -

And then the day

We performed.

The day that changed everything.

I gave myself to the notes on the page,