A part of this world, and yet apart,
traveling tangentially,
I observe more than participate.
Observation being, of course,
the key to knowing the world
and your place in it.
Unfortunately,
this knowledge can be constraining,
causing one to be isolated, fenced in.
Music is a bridge.
The blending of voices, the plucking of strings,
are attempts at forming connections,
at mastering the sound.
The sound that originates at the core of my being,
tempered by the turmoil within,
powered by the breath that cycles through my body,
struggling to burst free,
yet, only occasionally, finding release.
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