like seaweed in water
my inside and outside
move as one,
carried in a current
which knows no separation
between the two
Caught up in the music,
as instrument, as dancer,
as transported listener —
the lift is the same,
as is the filling
I can never be
outside its presence:
I swim and breathe in music,
and music swims and breathes in me.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 20, 2016
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