Fine Attunements

The fine attunements that bring music to my deaf ears— in moments like these, the creative flow moves with Grace— not with the delicacy of ballets in Parisian dances, but with beautiful movements that strike the eye, pause the breath, and summons me! I sync with this magic that travels within my own governance. My jurisdiction is immune to death and lies in the crevices of my deep heart. I give him a name— but most will reject the association of heaven. I’ll keep it a secret, and they will chastise me as a charlatan. So, that being said, I’m the proof of his existence. Let it be. And let it be that he does exist.