I am the quiet fall day

the leaves on the trees

 falling silently in the breeze.

I am the shy smile 

spreading over my face 

when someone speaks to me.

I am the laughter,

the strong kind,

that makes people's bellies ache.

I am the books that line my walls,

and my brain,

and soul. 

Their words influencing my very

 being.

I am the music

the music that roars through the speakers

when I am sad. 

And I am stardust.

I am the leaves,

the smiles,

the laughter,

the bellyaches,

and I am the music.

But most of all,

out of all these things,

I am the stardust that shines on its own.