whenever you're ready

Five six seven eight.

I begin,  

eloquently moving   

          up

down

toward and away

from the sky above and the ground beneath,  

I breathe

                       inhale 

I spin

                       exhale

and the notes

roar.

I dance

let silent words steal my breath

and by the time

                     the last note            

            chimes

the music has pierced my heart.

I finish

and behind me it lies beating

on the floor.

About the Author

Jewel Miller is a Junior Media and Communications student with a concentration in multimedia publishing and a minor in Creative Writing. Despite being a comms major, she is passionate about exploring all things writing and photography, and tries to incorporate both in her study. In her free time, she enjoys taking walks (preferably ones where she can look at trees), going on adventures with her friends, and spending time with her cat and dog.