In the twilights
Between awake and asleep
In the the twilights
Of what is here and what could be
I get glimpses, the protégé
Within unbound
Within unhindered
a creative source
Unfathomable
Dropping lines with ease
Breathing notes to life
Breathing melodies
Breathing emotion
Into being
Like air
There is no hesitation
No thought
No consciousness
It is
As if it had always been
Art that is breathed into being
This creative genius
An elusive hermit
Somewhere lurking
In the twilights
Showing glimpses
Of a genius bounded
By it’s own consciousness
Unable itself to be breathed
To the light of existence