Open Heart Surgery

This open heart surgery, My heart weeps, It is rung out and rung out again.

Night me, solitude me, Is growing all the while, Day me, society me, Gains a toehold.

I cycle through some states via regular cadence, And other states announce fresh and unforeknown.

Me is gaining tapestry, Losing fantasy, Gaining weave, Losing deceive.

When fretting dissipates, Resolve seeps in and about.

Tired but earning it, Refusing static cling, Putting away the bombs, Living moment to moment.

I will sleep well tonight. A new journey begins.

One of orientation, Triangle foundation, Theory, technique, and Improvisation, Welcomed, acknowledged, initiation. The life has chosen it's flavor: musician. Heart and dedication.