Composition
I'm not unique
in these actions or words or thoughts or feelings.
How could I be?
How many times have others ever pressed this key?
Am I repeating the past crowds'
unoriginal solo?
Others have said this out loud,
using these same notes
and these same chords
and these same tones.
Others have sounded better too:
impressive, memorable and strong.
Why should I try to continue
when I'm just tagging along?
This is dissonant déjà vu.
This illusion of innovation has won
but it's not done.
I put this chord with that note in this rhythm.
This tone in that volume, these with them.
I write and erase.
I put this beat with this phrase.
It will just be the same...
No! That won't be the case!
I play my song with my keys at my speed.
I perform my own music with my feelings.
It's not what I do
or what I use
or the things
I think
that must be unique.
It's which I choose
and how they're used
to make our masterpieces
complete.
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