Metronome By -Tyler Knott Gregson-

I think that maybe

my heart uses 

your heartbeat

as a metronome

to stay on 

track.

Yours

balances mine,

slows it,

teaches it to beat

strong and 

steady and

with purpose

and rhythm.

When faced with

the unfortunate

but often

unavoidable situation

where it cannot hear

yours,

it forgets, simply forgets

all it was taught.

Like a piano student

whose teacher skipped

the recital.

It aches for your sound

to match.

It stings for the

audience of your 

lungs

to hear it beat.

Hear it sing.

Hear it play.