You love how I can hold those notes,
their suave vibrato, gentle bends
toward elevating melodies
encircling restrained refrains.

But untamed music gnaws inside,
intensely restless to emerge,
ferocious, roaming, clawing, strong,
more roar than any subdued song

with boundless howls to rouse the night
and fearless prowls through blue moonlight,
more rampant where most tunes turn back,
not eager to appease, attack:

autonomous, yet harmony,
because it shall be frantic, spirit, free,
authentic to this frenzied heart,
domesticated never.

Art!