Sing For

I love having an audience, sing for
The communion of communication
Yet feel no pressure to form or perform
For anyone but myself, primal ear

There is a guide within, somehow guidance
In the life that is my obscurity
That parts to shoot rays that show me my way
That begin to make notes that make me free

Free from, free for, free of,  free form, myself
As warbling, not war, upon the close air,
The open air that beckons opening 
Of my throat to give passage to my airs

Which are errant, if oft erring, these notes
Of me, cast off offspring I know my own