I am from colorful sounds

Brought to life through silvery woodwinds and endless glossy keys.

I am from auditoriums and stages

where I find pleasure in playing to please.

I am from filled bookshelves

From a bibliophile bookworm life

Countless portals into alien lands

Complete with spellbound spines.

I am from teaspoons of warm brown sugar

Careful dashes of pumpkin spice

A bit of this and a pinch of that

The importance of being precise.

I am from buttery smooth saddles,

Meticulously braided manes

From creatures that taught me to fly

And how to live life in the fast lane.

I am from the sport that starts with “love,”

Under a blistering summer sun

I hold my breath, keep up the pace,

And hope I’ll hit an ace.

I am from the end of the tunnel

Which took so long to light up

Yet I am from dreams I can finally grasp

So please don’t wake me up.