Here I am, a musician in the shadows.
In these shadows is my refuge—the stage for my final performance.
Here, away from the spotlight, I find introspection and wonder.
I once immersed myself in illusions.
But no longer.
I was assertive, and took pleasure in being so.
I did not compromise my principles,
and found satisfaction in that, at least.
When young musicians sought guidance from the stage I stood upon,
I felt a strange kind of accomplishment.
But do you know the pivotal essence of my journey?
It was the revelation that—
even in uncertainty—
I was hopeful.
And so, with resolve, I continued.
The road stretched before me, winding through the familiar and the unknown.
I met fellow musicians along the way—
seekers like me, in search of their own voices.
When our paths crossed, we shared stories
of songs and saviors.
Music, always, my guide.
I found joy in these moments.
For music offers redemption.
Each verse, a kind of divine guidance—
whispers from the loving hearts of ghosts.
I believe God judges everyone fairly in the end.
And it is important to ask for forgiveness—
lest we find ourselves facing the Conductor
when the divine symphony begins.