What sound does your heart make when you enter a room?
Is it pinched tight like a bud, or ready to bloom?
Is it a singular sound, high pitched and shrill,
that transmits stress against your will?
Is it a layered tapestry of sound,
where an abundance of different notes abound?
Is it buried too deep and low to hear?
Beneath the surface of a hard veneer?
We enter a room to find a match,
A heart to which we may attach.
So pay close attention to your heart’s broadcast,
If the notes feel old, you’ll repeat the past.
The song of your heart will synchronize,
To the beat of another’s,
Pay attention, be diligent, delightful and wise,
Listen to the hearts of others,
You will be surprised.