And upon all our human curliquoos, 

The ups, the downs, the spirals,

The oblivions, the nothings, the everythings,

I find myself most at fault,

But Lord!  Why has my heart been teased?

Lured to beat like a blessed drum, 

To come out, finally, of its shattered shell

And SHHH no LONGER!

Bound no longer by eternal silence.

I have heard my damnation,

I have seen it!

But it can also be my salvation...

For how could this passion

Ever be sin?

When all it does is consume me?

And make me a better me?

Turns fire into flame,

And lets my heart sing,

When rest upon my weary strings,

Shrill bow,

Silent wood,

Music,

Music has become me,

Become my words,

My actions...

...my thoughts.