A Music Student's Song
Crazy schedule-no time to breathe
Freaking out over homework
and staying up all night in vainhopeoffinishing
Grades might be good; I can only hope they are
dinner I eat alone to save time
every second is worth so much
Getting sleep… Sleep? What’s that?
Crazy. I feel so… insane
Creating music is my delight.
Forming notes on a staff into a story; into
artistic masterpieces that can only be heard.
Going to practice piano now
don’t stay up for me-I’ll be back late
every second will be filled with bliss
Gracefully shaping notes into phrases
Cadences end the phrases with Certainty
Feeling overwhelmed is part of my life, but
Creating my music, I forget everything else.
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