You know them, the soft ones of a regular beat.                                                                           

You hear them when your soul feels deep.

There are the flutters, the skips;                                                                                                    

The ones that you know are going to hurt.

There are some that make you want to sing.

Some that make you want to melt.                                                                                             

Some that make you scream and rage

And, some that you wish you never felt.

Heart sounds,             

Listen, feel, hear.

Without them we are nothing.

We just disappear

Karyn Finneron