Rock on

The sounds travel in the air, floating, swaying, dancing to my ears.
I change the station, seeking resonance in sound.
The notes again in the air, floating, pulsating in my ears.
My demeanor changes.
I sit up straight.
My head instinctively nods, as if agreeing with the ferocious notes.
My foot taps against the floor without my brain directing it.
Within me raises the need to lift my hand, clenched tight into a fist attacking nothing to emit into the world the life rock gives me.
it's not defiance or anger that draws me like a magnet to it. Nor is it compliance or peer pressure that kept me.
Rock reassures me of my own life. It demands that I respond to it, promoting me to move, inducing me to feel and react.