Standing alone, solo

In the darkest shadows

She would pour her forte emotion into piano whispers

Although she is afraid now, her goal never blurs

Slowly she starts to crescendo, piece by piece

Her fear turns to flavor

And her whispers fade to white

What once was hidden talent

Is now her only sight

A trademark, one could say

And she loved being called as music

Her lovely name

A name she was born with but not everyone knew

A name she felt bonded to, but nobody saw it as true

She grew in the shadows and eventually outgrew them too

Creating her own depth, dimension and diversity

In a world of music

Playing pretend hour to hour end on end

An addiction to creating

A passion for feeling

Freedom in her own mind

The melody