When the musician expresses a composed note, it begins to shape itself in the vibrations. It is released into the world and creates a view of the composer. He exists within the music; his core and his soul are on display. He can be seen more clearly. The music that is created has its own vision. Music has a destiny, and in many ways it shapes itself and reveals its path to those souls who connect. Music has a third eye and simply seeks those who will allow its energy to enter the world. It waits to be born. The sperm and egg unite, and birth is found only through the expression of the composer. If he fears ridicule and embarrassment, he does not know his soul thoroughly enough to allow others to see it. He feels like a fool and has fear in his eyes, and the clown makeup seems impossible to remove. Everyone knows the time and effort he has spent nurturing his craft. They see it as a hobby and a distraction. The clown makeup becomes thicker by the day, until there is a single moment of courage and bravery. The composer sings the notes that shape into his true self. It does not matter how the composer is heard. For a moment he sees his soul clearly and realizes why his expression is a gift.