Everywhere I looked,
I saw limits and restrictions;
there seemed to be no options.
On the off chance, I tried
transforming my musical landscape:
Aeolian harps, at the wind's behest,
rippled across my garden;
a song cycle enclosed my words
in different textures
and a vibrancy of colour.
I found I had passed a milestone
on the labryrinthine journey.
I was restored to myself,
with an entirely new perspective,
a changed chiaroscuro.
The world had opened out once more.
