untitled sketch of a response to an unexpected event

thirty seven years from now in a room cast with the beauty and assurance of a radiant muse, you will discover astonishingly the threshold of flight; a clamped spirit will be lifted beyond cowardice to eager ears.

there is one other than i, 

masterfully fashioned 

to sing you the story of shadow and light. 

try as i might, 

my voice cannot stand. 

she will quiet the cries 

that have long been ignored,

melting away masks you have dawned.

to lifeless places she will attend,

restoring a spirit empty and worn.

with breath that is true,

this language of music - all that is her

will surely love well

all that is you.