UNBOUND COMPOSITIONS: LIBERATION OR DISOBEDIENCE?

UNBOUND COMPOSITIONS: LIBERATION OR DISOBEDIENCE?
by Dreamy Poetess

Once I believed I was a melodic composition,
Structured and harmonized, emotions in repetition.
But now I've awakened to a newfound truth,
I am an improvisation, uninhibited and uncouth.

No longer confined to scales and beats,
I groove on the stage, a musical heat.
Free to express, unrestrained and bold,
Unfolding melodies, untamed and untold.

In moments of despair, when giving up seems near,
I strum my guitar, playing thoughts crystal clear.
Crafting unsolicited riffs, a gift to myself,
A guiding chord, to retrieve strength from the shelf.

Through notes and chords, I find solace and release,
As my inner voice whispers, offering peace.
In the act of playing, I navigate the storms,
Discovering resilience, where hope reforms.

So let the music flow, in its unbridled form,
For within this free expression, a sanctuary is born.
Embrace the freedom, the flexibility of sound,
In the realm of music, liberation is found.

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Location: Lucena, 4301 Quezon, Philippines

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