The ConduitAmy ScurriaAug 161 min readCreativity is as much about “breathing in” as it is about sharing. This poem is about those times when I need to step away from the muse and breathe in life and love again…The ConduitMusicAll consumingDiving in wholly, I lose myselfSound and body lacking edgesLonelinessFlowing throughThe conduit never fillingNever fullAlways flowing throughTaking bits of me as it goesI need a moment to breatheBut, I dive in again...SafetyLoveHeavenDrugBut, what is life without death?And what is love without pain?I lift my hands from the keysand breathe...I close the piano lid for a momentand live…
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