Music is my soul

Can you taste it? I can taste it in the air. That sweet feeling in my fingers, slowly letting go then pressing. I am in command, I am the king, I am queen. When It's there you know, I know.   I can see it and I breath it everyday and no one can tell me stop. No one will ever say stop that, to me.
  It's all around us, in our hearts. It is our soul, my soul. My food that always feeds me. Filling me up till I can no longer eat it's sweet taste any longer yet I continue to chew and swallow it inside my stomach, inside my soul.
  
  Maybe we all need to open and let it in. Eat it until we are fat with it's taste and beauty. When we look up we can smell it, like the smell of a mothers cherry pie. Store or homemade ether way it still fills us and makes us smile.   

   Sometimes I'm lost and lonely looking for something, then it happened. I snap the straps  open letting it's sweet smell find me. I touch the wooden caving letting it feed my senesces. Undoing the inner strap and holding it to the sky. Just to hear the beat of it's heart, the music.

   Letting my hand grab the bow I began to play, just to hear the music and the notes that feed me. Notes are my teachers. Sounds are my life. Beats are my whispers.
        I love them more then food.

    But.....  Music is my soul