One
Two
Three
Ready
Set
and . . .
Begin!

The noise is continuous.
But the void is still there.
Surrounding me in its cold familiarity.

I play
A crescendo then a ritardando
My subtle sounds mixing in with all the others
Continuing practice.
Playing louder to drown out the scream of the void.
The dark, chilling silence.

Through time I go through trials.
I make choices.
I lose myself and chip away
I fear the chipping away.
The slow decay of myself into nothingness.
Until i am gone and not even a memory is left behind

I practice to fill the silence in my hollow shell.
To fill myself with the beautiful noise.
to feel nothing
except the nothingness that chokes me 

I’m far from perfect
All of my strings are a bit off key
Yet I play...
A crescendo then a ritardando
Becoming either drowned in the noise.

i keep playing
although slightly off
chipping away and losing myself
as an insignificant tone
in the seas of music

Or.
Trapped in the void of silence.
I fear the void
because the void is within me
and i can never escape myself.