The Musician

--0--
It sits in a darkened room.
It gazes in awe at the shimmering reflections of a sun's rays sporadically gracing the cell's door.
"There must be a stream. There must be a window."
No sound, though.
Oh.
It hears a sound.
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Not a mere shiver on the back but a life unveils.
It finds an instrument and it learns.
An orchestra backs him.
He is content.
Lost.
He grows weary.
Bebop.
He morphs.
He plays.
Freedom dazes him.
He begins to melt.
"Why create music when you can just walk out the door and see the world?"
He walks out.
He sees many a dark hall.
He chooses, walks, and finds others.
He is joined by others.
The world has suddenly expanded.

--22--

Now... why did he not climb out the window I ask myself?
Did he not want to see the stream?
Was there a stream?
Climb?
Who?
I?
You?
Me?
Death?
Life?
Age?
Hope?
Fear?
Music?
Happiness?
Family?
Control?
Sheep?
Goats?
Hills?
Freedom?
AI?
Flight?
Dogs?
...to list a few...

--80--

Age?
Too late...