Finding your voice

I've seen it before and

after all,

it only happened once

upon a time well

spent, broke, long ago back

then when 

ever you were told

to speak

easy, think twice before

crossing the line

drive thru and through

a glass looking eye

lid, keep it on, preserves

or jam, like free-style and ad-

liberty to justice for

some reason

a cause and effect of

listening between the 

sheets, three to the wind

and rain and rapt on window

panes in the

riddle me this

one time, one point

bullet in the chamber

hallways that lead

by example how to

do it yourself, dependent free

will to say

what you mean 

and nasty and quick

like, Its My Life

or Death Wish.

Image of painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Veronica Veronese, 1872 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. "Se penchant vivement, la Veronica jeta les premières notes sur la feuille vierge. Ensuite elle prit l'archet du violon pour réaliser son rêve; mais avant de décrocher l'instrument suspendu, elle resta quelques instants immobile en écoutant l'oiseau inspirateur, pendant que sa main gauche errait sur les cordes cherchant le motif suprême encore eloigné. C'était le mariage des voix de la nature et de l'âme—l'aube d'une création mystique. / Lettres de Girolamo Ridolfi

[Suddenly leaning forward, the Lady Veronica rapidly wrote the first notes on the virgin page. Then she took the bow of the violin to make her dream reality; but before commencing to play the instrument hanging from her hand, she remained quiet a few moments, listening to the inspiring bird, while her left hand strayed over the strings searching for the supreme melody, still elusive. It was the marriage of the voices of nature and the soul—the dawn of a mystic creation.]"