The womb has always had a soundtrack.
Drums for birth, songs for blood, chants for grief,
lullabies for the unborn, keening for the dead.
Your cycle is a rhythm โ
to know it is to dance it,
to sing it,
to let music move your blood.
Your womb has always been singing.
Every contraction is a drum,
every hormone shift a melody,
every bleed a chorus.
To listen is to heal.
To dance is to remember.
To sing is to become whole.