Play on, you symphony of madness. Blast the horns counter to the rhythm, rake the strings with angst and anxiety. Pound the timpani with closed fists for all I care. You won’t slow me down now.
I can hear the one true voice, resonant and solely relevant, regardless of your redundant crowd of dissonance. Like a bell fabricated of my own essence, she sings clearly to me across the waves, through the corridors and bracing my heart.
I am here, and on my island, all at once; renewed.
I am that divine love. I am with you.
Written by Trance Blackman. Originally published on tranceblackman.com on 22 October 2016. Revised 15 November 2019.