I can be abrupt music in a quiet room. Bouncing off the walls, barreling out like steel balls. The sound of bangles sharp like sewing needles. Echoing through the halls, empty like blank cds. Reaching into the distance, grabbing ahold of essentials. Loose change rings as quarters fall. Keychains jingle like bells laughter erupts as faces flood in a window reflection metallic like a lip gloss cap. Like a quick kiss on the cheek the day ends. But strings strum with a beat. So familiar yet so distinct. Looking out I can see her, only metallic from my reflection. I remember who I am. I am the music grabbing my own attention.