A song, an instrument. Music plays. I am playing. They listen, and they feel. They listen, and they love. They listen, and they cry. I am sound waves. I am melody, octaves, hands, fingers, a throat, feet. Heartbeats, calm, happy, sad. The first of them tried to shout, and made me. Some of them love me a lot, some don’t care. Sometimes I am a sin. Regardless, I am an emotion that comes from the heart. You can’t help but move your body with mine.