Thinking about how things have changed these last couple of years or so…

It used to be that music
was the most important thing in my life
It gave me things that words alone
could not convey

I felt the message in the music
on a level that words alone
could not convey

It was my outlet
my sanctuary
my medicine

Something changed along the way

The sanctuary became confinement
old emotions my cellmates
reminders of things
that should have been long forgotten
markers along roads
I’d already travelled
cloying hangers-on

I am changing
I feel no need to hide inside music
I want to speak with words
to say what I have to say

Though I do not shout, but whisper
it is enough for now that I speak
that I have something to say

(16 August 2015)