One night, I was listening to one of my Cirque cd's (I have five)
and "Incantation" from Quidam started playing.  For whatever reason,
the words just came.

Calliope,
Once and Future Labyrinth Muse

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Some play, some compose –

And some sing.

A "perhaps" on why those who do find their voices.

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Incantation

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Sinuous and sleek, graceful like a stalking cat.

Soft and unexpected, it slithers in, so quietly, so subtle, you
hardly realize its presence until it is too late.

You have been caught.

And she is a cruel mistress.

Hesitant at first, she draws you in, into her web of emotion.  Love
and hate, pleasure and pain.

A soft trill of notes, a single violin, haunting and pure.  It
catches you, forces you to listen.

To become a part of it.

Rising gradually, the rumble of drums, primal and untamed.  Your
spirit remembers what memory cannot: a time beyond time, when man
still wandered the plains and darkness was all you had to fear.

Fear this, for darkness it is.  Deep and seductive and alluring.

Irresistible.

But why *would* you resist?  She asks only one thing and see what you
get in return: whole worlds are here for the having.

Horns now, bolder.  You weaken, casting about for a reason to
resist.  But all you find is sound and fury, power and light.  Still,
you turn away, you try to resist.  Such beauty, such raw feeling;
surely there is a catch.

And there is, of course.  But now is not the time to discuss.

Softly, so softly, she withdraws, taking with her the magic she has
woven here.  As the spell fades, you reach out, instinctively
following, knowing only you cannot live without…

Without *what*?

But now is not the time for questions.  She has you now, body and
soul, heart and mind.  The drums crash, violins crescendo.

Too late, you realize the choice you have made.  You open your mouth
to cry out, but notes pour forth instead.

You have found your voice.

Or perhaps more accurately, it has found you.

The Music has claimed another.