Sonata as soliloquy: Echoes,
In and out; Of me, as my heart, skipping beats
Like stone. A cross. A still. Yet, stormy sea beneath which
Emptiness abounds: That it is once more mine, alone;
‘No longer’ seems as daunting, or as wanting as my
Ceding partial rights to the light I once shone freely.
Even in the deepest dark, life's seed sprouts anew; Aloud.