Who are you?

If you’re in my soul, emerge yourself from within.
Manifest yourself through my mortal flesh.
Show the world your true colors.
Listen to my silence from the words I poured down on these empty white sheets.

Come, let me hear those long forgotten tunes and drown me into who I really am.

It’s more than she or he.
No melody merely from humans’ hands or tongues can possibly be beautiful enough to reflect its tunes.

It emerges ever so naturally.
From the gentleness of rustling foliage to the harshness of rampaging storm.

Who are you?