January 31, 2018
By Anonymous

The lines bound me, melody chaining me
Harmony spawning from suffering
Complex rhythms beating me every time I fail
Attempt after attempt I get worse
My fingers try to fly, but they just won’t
I sigh as I realize that I have to practice,
The music is smiling creepily at me
Wait…….. I smile happily back
I listen to other musicians play it
Suddenly the chains don’t seem too hard
The harmony instead spawning from joy
The rhythms being relaxing to help
The soothing music helping my jubilation
Fingers are now soaring in the air
What could happen now?

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