So late to the party. So late to a
revealing of depth and substance.
What delays the discovery of the
genuine voice that finally speaks
with so few moments before the
hour strikes? So much to say
now freed of constraint or caution.
Songs to write. Verse to create.
Symphonies and sonatas to send
into the world. Why not when
energy and passion flowed hot?
Now the slight tremor makes the
pen unreliable. Memory, once
the trusted master of fact, betrays.
Only now, despite the span of
years, the dam breaks and long
waiting words, restrained by
necessity or circumstance, rush
through the fissure to find air
and life and urgent expression.
The challenge is inherent in the gift.
Now is the time.
Speak. Create.