Glad to Be Me

A celebration of self

I'm glad to be me when

watching musicians react

to the sound of choice words.

Heads cocked, ears honed, 

listening for cadence, 

the rhythm, their tune.

I'm glad to be me when 

I watch dancers move to a 

rhythmic, percussive beat.

Limbs singing, seat wiggling

until they can interpret it 

lyrically out on the floor.

I'm glad to be me when

I watch writers pause

when the music comes on.

Entire tales conjure up 

in their heads and they

create new, inhabited worlds.

I'm glad to be me when

I realize I'm part of this group 

where muses, creators and 

interpreters inspire the new, 

giving life to unborn form

to enrapture the masses.