My Beating Heart Hammers

Heart's Beats

The notes flow through me,
the beat pumping through my veins,
the stanzas of my life,
keeping the song in check
so that it may continue to play.
My drum keeps the rhythm
while the rest of the orchestra
do their jobs;
my trumpets blare,
yearning to be heard by those listeners
who take the time to listen.
My piano guides me through
the hard times,
playing real slow
so I can keep up
as I stumble past all my hurts.
My violins push me forward,
encouraging me to take a chance,
a leap,
a stand,
and lead those close to me
when need be.
My bass keeps me firmly planted in reality,
making me aware of the hard truths
that sit in the back of my mind,
yet I refuse to see.
And all the while,
my conductor stands bold and unflinching,
hands raised in anticipation
of the next note life decides to place
in front of me,
pointing the way with that dancing baton,
doing its best to keep us all on track
until the piece concludes
with a magnificent symphony.