Come, put your hand here,

feel me beat here,

feel my heart here,

beat here,

hear my heartbeat beat,

beat beat.

 

Softly put your hand here,

feel me beat here,

feel my heart here,

beat here,

feel my heartbeat beat,

beat beat.

 

Come, put your head here,

hear me beat here,

hear my heart here,

beat here,

hear my heartbeat beat,

beat beat.

 

Softly put your ear hear,

hear me beat here,

hear my heart here,

beat here,

hear my heartbeat beat,

beat beat.

 

My heartbeat speaks:

I am young,

I am strong,

I am free.

I am young,

I am strong,

I am free.

I am young,

I am strong,

I am free.

 

My heartbeat sings:

both pain and joy—

a symphony—

both light and grave,

both dull and gold,

both blue and bright—

a paradox epiphany

that each moment

is another moment towards the infini—

So sing the violins,

the flutes, the brass, the timpani,

all bowing and blowing and buzzing and banging,

and all of this within me—

The music that my heartbeat beats,

beat beat.

 

My heartbeat speaks:

Remember me.

Remember how long ago

since I started beating my

beat beat,

beat beat.

Remember a boy

who used to love pink,

and pretend he could fly,

who loved castles and fairies,

who skipped like a sprite,

who sang like a mermaid,

whose hair was nearly white:

I was the same heart then—

trust me—

I won’t let you forget

the way your heartbeat beats,

beat beat.

 

All beats are from the heart—

I think that this must be:

All beats are from the heart,

or else how could a beat be?

My beat is from the heart,

so hear my heartbeat beat,

beat beat.

My beat is from the heart,

so hear my heartbeat beat,

beat beat.