My ribs are not a cage

Where my heart is trapped.

It soars to heights and lights

On branches to sing.

It breathes the air 

Of transcendent things

And brings them here to me,

While I sit so silently and listen.

I hear the whir of the washing machine, 

The tick of the clock,

The purr of the sleeping cat beside me.

All just a backdrop of rhythm 

That binds me

To the melody of love

That the birds in my head

Sing inside me.

My heart is not a cage

To trap you.

Come and tap your feet.

Snap your fingers and dance with me.

Let’s make music together, tonight,

And tomorrow, in the morning,

When light brings the burlesque colors

To life, and we remember how to fly,

Let’s fly together out of our ego cages,

Off into the starlit skies of wonder and love,

Forever....

Or at least until the washer gets done with the clothes,

And I have to put them into the dryer.

-jenn