Its all I have

I hear it first
rolling around in the deepest recesses of my soul.
The sound of pure expression and emotion.
It's there-
Always gently nudging the edges of my being.
Acutely aware of its presence,
My mind begins to gather its chaotic flailing.
Words.
I assign to it words.
And pushed down by heavy breaths
And controlled contractions,
It builds.
My heart is free and clear.
And while everything around me begins to fade
The vibrancy of the sound is too real.
It is not perfect.
It is me.
Me in my most untarnished form.
And in my most personal way,
I let it out.
I open up and pour it out-
For those interested enough to hear.