Music is the drug that keeps me sedated. I locked my thoughts in a poem so it could be read without fear of ridicule.

I can feel the beat of the drum set deep, deep in my heart.

There are words in my head that flow to the rhythm of the song, making me believe that the words speak truth, that they speak my life and all that I love.

Guitar and bass notes draw images behind my eyes, drawings, thoughts.

I am one of the fans, standing and screaming for the rock band to play more, more, more.

As I listen to the songs, I feel a calling in me, tugging at every part of my body, howling for release.

I spread my wings and fly.

Music escapes my lips.

The music in me has freed me and I am who I am inside.

Music. In me.