Quiet

I believe that I keep to myself

I know talking is not exactly my forte 

Words wrestle within my anxious mind

Left for me to wonder what I should say

Standing on stage, I am quivering

At the very thought of public speaking

But if melodic notes push through my locked lips

Everyone hear much more than silent squeaking

“We chase the melodies that seem to find us

Until they're finished songs and start to play”

I am captured by these words as I listen

To what Lin Manuel Miranda has to say

My melodies find me quite easily

And I place the tunes together using only my voice

Now I have a lot more to say

The once wrestling words are giving me the choice

I use the songs I sing to define myself

And although talking is not my forte

With every song, I release those wrestling words

The quiet ones always have a lot to say