To All My Favorite Singers
When you sing you give me chills,
up and down my arms,
making the hairs stand on end and I—
I can't help but feel the rush of adrenaline,
in my body and,
I can't help but feel your songs.
Each song is a powerhouse,
and a journey through your mind.
I can almost see what you can see,
and I can feel my heart almost stopping
to listen in awe at the sound of your voice.
When you sing I can't hold still,
I simply must dance,
even though I can't really,
I move my body side to side,
sing along with your voice,
copying you and at times doing my own thing.
Each song holds a different place in my heart,
the sad ones grip me and never let go until a powerful end.
The happy ones make me tap my foot or sing along.
And then, there are these other songs which just...
they just make me speechless.
I say, "Yes, yes, yes! Sing it to me! Sing it!"
and then, I am quiet, just listening and,
absorbing your music.
When your song is over,
I have to, I have to.
I play it again,
and again,
I never tire.
Your songs are addictive and,
if I'm not playing them,
I'm singing them, humming them,
or belting them out in my head.
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