Poetry

Music's Cage

written by: Ithilgalad

I was sitting in class,
With a song on my mind.
Its lyrics held me captive;
The melody did bind.

I tried to forget it,
But I could not escape
Its black abyss of truth;
The musician's form of rape.

Revealing my hidden scars,
Destroying my life's lie.
Unveiling my hidden past,
Admitting my desperate cries.

One simple line,
One beautiful note,
Yet is piercing to my soul,
As the artist knowingly wrote.

For a musician is an artist,
Creating the most difficult craft.
For they write the story of the soul;
A truly challenging task.

And this task they are charged,
A true burden to bear.
Yet they willingly step forth,
Their sanity to share.

And so I gave in
To the artwork in my head.
I stopped trying to ignore,
And began to listen, instead.

And in one perfect moment,
I was set free.
Surrenduring to the music,
Lost in its reverie.

What once held me captive,
Has now relieved me of my pain.
It has given me a second chance;
Rid my life of its evil stain.

Its beauty is unspeakable,
Unchanging, and strophic.
As is my eternal reliance
On the beautiful gift of music.