something you feel in your bones

When my mom plays the piano. I can feel it in my bones. I feel the long drawn out notes bouncing around in my rib cage. The beat matching the beat of my heart and the pounding of my blood. The flow of the melody, like the quiet of my breath as I try to stop the world around me so that I can hear it all, listen, really listen. At that moment the music was more alive than I was.

-Raw Skin (a book in progress)