Trumpets
and bass drums.
Things we learned in High School
to play, to manipulate,
to master.
But, I turned my back
on the syncopated melody
of my childhood in the Band Room
and left those people
behind.

I sought adventures of my own.

What I didn’t realize,
what I couldn’t hear 

above the sound of my own beating heart—

the music never stopped
and I was the one 
they all
left behind.

05/20/2014