Into the light,
I shed my demons and reach the sky.
Tears flow with bitter moist,
But they never seem to dry.

You're all that gives me peace.
Methodical melodies made for lease.
I close my eyes and shudder,
Then give in to sweet release.

All I feel is timbre,
Various shades and tones abound.
My imagination roams,
In the property of sound.

No confines in my mind,
No metaphysical laws to hold me back.
I shape my dreams on paper,
With ink of ivory black.

The pages make me soar,
But one can't soar without room to stretch their wings.
I can only strive to clutch to dreams
And turn within to make me sing.

Into the darkness,
My only option is to fly.
So I close my eyes and shed my demons,
And reach towards the sky.