Music Is a Choice We Made

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Tambourine, little music that
Understands the soul, calls softly
Banishing all fear, music
Absolute and certain, meant to
Lead the dance.

The flute understands the steps
Soft and lilting, the pattern
Of our lives to music
We have no choice, our
Lives were set already once, to

Steps we do not know, to
Music, the call of the trumpet
Unknown, but not to fall, not to fail
To rise up again and fight again, to give
Permission and a final consent.

Steps still ancient, swords that
Bounce back the light from the fire
Alive with flame, dance
We dance simply to avoid the flame
Eternal steps, eternal call.

Tambourine, enchanting rhythm that
Tears at our hears and tugs at our souls
Ripping at conscience, until
Conscience is gone, do not
Try only to listen, and

The lilting of the pipes, high
And reminiscent of the stars in
The sky, as we dance
Dance our way to eternity, still watched
From above, as I plead

With my feet, and the pattern of my steps
To be given a choice, that those
I love will not join in the circle
Of the dance, the endless beat of the tambourine
Tugging at the strings of my heart

Whispering again to the demons, inviting
Them once again to be banished
From the circle by the dance, as we
Dance our consents, still, suddenly
We are motionless, waiting.

Waiting for the music to resume
For our feet to throw us again into the dance
Again for happiness,
For content and joy, for all we
Know is the dance, because

Music is a choice we made.