The demons that have escaped are FEAR! Not fear of the simple things but of the age old question "Will I lose this part of me I am learning to love dearly?"

Sark says "you must love your fears and invite them in, entertain them, then send them home."

Can I put a face on them to rid myself of them forever, or will this be my cross to bear until the end is here.

The music must come and play on the outside, instead of just in my mind. The drummer will compose the beat and play loudest of all.
The music will be grand to dance to. We can waltz with the demons until they are tired enough to depart and never appear again.

Oh, to be free and be released to fly like the eagle high above the arrows of doubt. To spread my wings and soar beyond clouds of fear till the calm within my soul reaches every cell of my being and the demons vanish never to be seen again.