“If I Could Be Anything“
Spoken Word
anything at all—
I wouldn’t be a crown or a mountain or the ocean
crashing its greatness against the shore.
No.
I’d be wind chimes.
The quiet kind—
the kind you only notice
when you’ve slowed down enough
to feel the air touching you.
I’d hang somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow,
where sunlight spills itself over chipped paint,
where shadows lean long across the porch,
and nothing is in a hurry.
I would dance with the breeze—
sometimes soft as a sigh,
sometimes fierce as a memory
that refuses to loosen its grip.
Every song I’d play
would be stitched from things the world forgets to notice
the first warm breath of spring,
the hush before rain,
the moment someone you love
calls your name like it’s home.
And maybe,
if you passed by on one of your harder days,
you’d hear me,
and for a heartbeat
you’d believe that life still has music—
even when your own voice feels too tired to sing.
If I could be anything today,
I’d be wind chimes.
Not for everyone.
Just for the one who needs to remember
that the smallest sound
can still shift the air,
and change the world.
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