I came into this world deafeningly.
I will exit it the same,
And I will occupy it with nothing other than noise.
What is my goal? To be heard? To have a voice?
I want to be impressionable, chill-inducing.
If, when I cease to play my rambunctious refrain,
I have not brought a new meaning to the concerto,
I will be ashamed.
I do not wish for a magnificent solo, nor
Do I wish to be heard for the sake of hearing.
I wish to compose a new movement, a place to seek solace
From the shadows of the earth.
Perhaps it is not music that will be heard by ears,
But instead it will be something seen, used, triumphed in.
My intent is to impact,
To roar with knowledge
And roar with peace.
It is not my name that shall be remembered,
But the symphony of light I created.
This world deserved to be bettered,
And I shall play my melody, until
I exit this world as deafeningly as I entered it.
Inspired by lines of Walt Whitman’s poem, “Song of Myself”:
“With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, 18
I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches
for conquer’d and slain persons”