I hear the music,
In the wind and rain.
In the cars' beeping horns.
I hear everything together,
And I hear a rhythm.
I raise my hands,
Moving them in a pattern with the music.
I conduct, and everything flows with my hands.
With my movement.
I can make music with anything.
It just comes to me.
Like Mozart or Bach,
But I can do it with any instrument.
Just Listen.
