softly, I wouldn't disturb other flows
that weave throughout the air you breath.
I'd hide in your ears,
my waves travelling
through canals creating
vibrations of joy
needing no translation.
My message would arrive
clearly in your brain,
to fill it with happy notes.
I'd laugh when you hum my tune, tapping
your feet to a beat you don't realize
is hiding in you.
Sometimes I'd turn up the volume,
not too much,
just enough to make you stop,
because you think there's ringing in your ears.
If I were music I'd play all the time
so you'd join me,
(Submitted to Poetry Jam.)