It’s too difficult living this life sentence. How did one who possessed such talents end up behind the vertical thrust of bars never to be removed? Yet this was the manifestation of un-manifested plans. The music had left my voice and would no longer fill the cathedral. Dreams of going to the next level were thwarted by one seemingly irrefutable act. Maybe I could start writing fiction to escape this glaring reality. Or should I just become silent and allow fate to take its course?