The Desert Scribe: My Break Out or Breakthrough


My Breakout or Breakthrough

The Simple sound or simple song

Music was the only way

To help me move along.

My piano, my violin

were things that were

always close.

Holding my dark black bow

as my mom would take

another dose.

I’d blast my classical music

dancing through the high phase

ignoring the troubled rage

going through the maze.

Enter the world of simple

“dripping” through my daze.

Music were the ways

I went through my days.