I can't say these are the things I hide the most
But they aren't really something that I'd normally boast
A little bit embarrassed family isn't on the list
But a day out with friends is what I can't resist
Hearing them laugh as I tell them a story
Walking round the world like we own all its glory.
Confiding secrets and whispering rants,
We're not the trio we are at first glance.

Now there's something else within my heart,
With this, for me, there's no stop or start.
Music gives wings to the mind and flight to the imagination.
It is the Rock and stone to those in isolation.
I savour the feel of my fingers on the keyboard
As I listen in tune and play away the chords.
Melodies and words swirling in my head
Without music and poetry I would surely be dead.

So the final thing that deserves a mention
Is one of mankind's greatest inventions
Of when some paper lies under a pen
And I speak of the words that flow, again
Into written form from out my mouth,
I stress that my work is going south.
But once complete I sit back and sigh
Pressing, publish, though feeling shy.

These three things are all you shall see
I don't want my mysteries gone for free
This is all you shall know of me
As I jump into the water beside the quay

For ThePoeticRose's recent contest; say three of your favourite things in a poetic manner.
Hope it's alright. It's 238 words btw.