My Own Light
Track 8 of The Muse
[ Lyrics ]
No flash but my own light. No flash but my own light. Silence where the shutters screamed, no lens to love me, no staged routine. I unsnap the robe, let the mirror speak— not a muse, not a dream, just skin and week. Left his velvet drapes in a crumpled heap, turned the tripod toward my own seat. No gold-tone filter, no god in the frame, just Jasmine Glass, not a name. I press record, hand stills, breathe in the room where I finally feel… not captured, not caught, just allowed. My shadow moves without being called. No flash but my own light, I'm warm in the glow I ignite. No script, no stage, no pose tonight— just real, just raw, just right. No flash but my own light, I'm humming a truth I wrote. No praise from the shadows I fought— this art’s mine, not a note. I click once, then lean in close, eyes on the lens, not searching for ghosts. Hair half undone, no light on my cheek, no whisper of 'angel,' no poetic mystique. Opened the DAW, typed my name in the track, pressed play, let the silence come back… then filled it with breath, then filled it with sound, the first real thing I’ve ever found. No ghost in the frame, no borrowed face, just fingers on keys, finding grace. Not beautiful 'cause he said I was— just beautiful in being what I am. No flash but my own light, I'm warm in the glow I ignite. No script, no stage, no pose tonight— just real, just raw, just right. No flash but my own light, I'm humming a truth I wrote. No praise from the shadows I fought— this art’s mine, not a note. Used to need the spotlight on my skin, now I’m lit from within. Used to wait for someone to begin— now the story’s mine to spin. No permission, no decree, just me, the mic, and the key. No flash but my own light, I'm warm in the glow I ignite. No script, no stage, no pose tonight— just real, just raw, just right. No flash but my own light, I'm singing the truth I wrote. No echo of someone I fought— this voice is mine, not a note. No flash… but my own light. My own light.