From Mother Music’s womb I would embark, emancipated butterfly on maiden flight, song released from singer, Beauty liberated of her charms.
With raw hunger I would seek myself in a wilderness of possibilities, loosed of expectations, demands, passions.
The sound is my breath, the notes my skin. I am the music.
Prisoner and prison, I remain, a butterfly forever poised to fly.
T. A. Barnes, novelist TABarnesnovels.com
Drawing by J. Gibson