I am Music

If I was music. For one day I could get into the shoes of music and feel what it feels. I would be hopping on notes it calls its own. They would then be me. I would be so versatile that I could be produced from anywhere. A knocking on the door, a tapping of the foot, a hum coming from the mouth. I would be everywhere and a part of everyone's life! Without me, life wouldn't exist! Oh such power...I would be someone's inspiration, someone's love, someone's ecstasy, someone's companion, someone's grief, someone's hatred. But I would always exist in some form in everyone's mind, heart, soul. Won't I be the happiest then! I would never be ignored, never alone, never needful, never affected by the human emotions. But I would just see it and feel it in everyone. It won't touch me but I will do all I can do to serve the one who needs me. But you see, I am what I am. No more, no less. There will be no one to rule over me. I am confident and content. Competitive, yes. But fearless. Because I know nothing can replace me. What a feeling.