“We Are What We Love” a poem

Music, the rivulets of vibrations that tickle my drums
make me a dancer a lover of sound
Words, the pictures of everything that drip from the page
make me a poet, a lover of ideas
Motion, the movements of the universe that soothes my brain
make me a scientist, a lover of the profound
Affection, the strengths of a woman who stirs my blood
make me an artist, a lover of you