Chords they penetrate
the chambers of her mind
In each room a different sound
another melody combined
with rhythms glucking, aggressive and refined
Should she let go?
Open the doors and let the music be free?
It’s the first day of the year.
The window opens
The air is light, the sky is clear
Her lungs filled with freedom
A shout into the open space!
Her voice like an alarm
penetrating the soundscape of the place