I remember when music was the beat that moved me. It kept me going all night until morning. Who knew that one day, a tiny heartbeat would be the beat that moved me. Beating so fast, just like my own. Now I live for it and protect it. I’ll do anything to make that beat become a cry, become a voice that calls my name. This is the beat that moves me, for all nights and mornings for the rest of my life. She rubs her belly