I See, I Feel, I Hear

I see the rhythm on the page
When I read poetry.
Releasing thoughts once in a cage
Called creativity.

I hear the rhythm in my ears,
When they are read out loud,
Reverberating mental cheers,
Much louder than a crowd.

I feel the rhythm in my head
That fuels imagined ways.
It happens when I go to bed
And through so many days.

The mental movement words provide,
Can help my mind allow
A frame of mind that used to hide.
I am the rhythm now!