That Song

When that one song comes

on the radio or jukebox,

iPad, iPod, Walkman, what have

you, and you snap to attention.

That one song, the one that

gives you a warm shiver through

your whole body, the one that

makes you smile.

The one song, at the first beat,

you recognize instantly as something

akin to how you feel inside. How your

soul must feel, while basking in joy.

The song that makes you shush the room

so you can hear that one little part that

makes your heart pump a little harder,

a little more full.

It’s that song that makes your eyes

tear up with some unconscious joy,

and you wipe the tear away and think,

“Jeeze, why does this awesome song make me cry?”

That song gives you chills, your hair stands

on end, it feels electric and alive, like you could

dance with it instead of to it. It’s holding out

it’s hand for you to take.

The song that’s a bolt of clarity, that you

sing along with, close your eyes and nod

your head with the beat, and makes you

wish for that sort of peace all the time.

It’s that song that I want when I look into a

lovers eyes, it’s that feeling I want when

she looks at mine. That electric, buzzing,

sparking feel that soothes rather than singes.

I do believe in that spark, like a song that

you are certain will be one of your

favorites for all of your days, a love

should effect you in the same way.

That song is a tattoo, emblazoned,

on your heart, your head, your soul,

and embraces you as a lover,

comfortable with your terrible dance moves.