Like silk in wind,
like seaweed in water
my inside and outside
move as one,
carried in a current
which knows no separation
between the two

Caught up in the music,
as instrument, as dancer,
as transported listener —
the lift is the same,
as is the filling

I can never be
outside its presence:
I swim and breathe in music,
and music swims and breathes in me.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 20, 2016