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THE GREATEST ESCAPE BY NIKKA GRACE (2015)

I open the door

waiting ready to see; the releasing of tension

that is waiting for me I sink into a deep

imaginative sleep,

one that only I can see The stones on my back

are hot and painful

but suddenly I get the image of a rainfall A waterfall trickling down my spine;

a waterfall, free flowing, sowing infinity into time The texture is gentle,

the tone colouris warm; the dynamics in the room

are mezzo and, the form


Is one of ternary; it starts, changes and comes back again.

A release of tension, one, which will never end Then come the oils and gentle pressing on the pain;

my insanity of the brain, seems finally to be goingsane The melody is strong,

fused with sweet;

unlike before, when the rhythm didn’t have a beat The harmony is high and one of relative perfection; I look down and I can finally see

the beauty of my own reflection Everything seems slowly

coming back to me now; I open my eyes and a smile has replaced my frown I get up, thankher, for that wonderful tension release.

I close the door, and all my worries seem to cease

I stand now, looking out of the window,

at the deep,blue, sea and I think,my, what a blessing, it is, to have a fierylove and passion in me The technique may be old, yes,

but it makes me, feel, brand new; something old, something borrowed,

and maybe something blue The old structure tells stories of, long, long,ago before I was alive, before this was one of the only things

that I would want to know Centuries engraved,

some stories never told; this is something I didn’t think I’d really like,

at the tender age of 5 years old All my problems I have now been able to resolve, unlike the ongoing life and maths problems

I never thoughtin high school I could solve


I stand here, thinking

of all that I wanted to say;

to those that had said,

there’s an obstacle in my way


And in a few years

from now,

I hope to have

this all on tape


Because it’s, not only an art form;

it’s my passion;

the love of my life.

Music is my escape

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