The quick tap of my thumb

Sends a world of color

rushing to my ears.

From high pitched

to low melodies

every sound is quite unique,

And is inviting me, asking the question:

What do you think?

 

A picture is painted in my head

with all that I can hear

This innate desire of mine

To take my brush, and convert the barren landscape

Into a unique new field of something brand new,

yet somehow resembling all of those who came before me

From watercolor to oil painting, every style has made its way

Into my own.

 

But what was this trait that drew me in?

Was it the countless discoveries, 

Newfound motivations,

Aspirations,

Or was it something else entirely?

 

Now that I think about it,

Hearing the greats, of

Jazz, Rock and Roll, Funk, and Blues...

 

All of it was the reason...

 

The swish of the cymbals; 

The warm twang of the fireside guitar;

The staccato pluck of piano strings;

The deafening roar of the sea of thousands...

 

All of it inspired me

To be the best me that I can be,

To find my rhythm in this complicated world

of Black and White...

 

To add the peaks and valleys of everyday life

to the surrounding sonic highways of society,

These blues and oranges and even the grays.

The brutal honesty to the happier times.

 

This is why music is my inspiration.