A part of me

It is a part of me

A part of me I love yet hate

It is a part of me

A part of me I fear yet elevate

A part of me

That gives me happiness yet pain

A part

Through which I lose sleep yet wisdom gain

A part of me called music.

 

 

I fear that which I do not know

The musician’s path, neglected, overgrown

I cannot see beyond its nearest bend

What lies beyond it?

A meadow or dead-end?

 

A part of me,

That understands a piano’s silvery keys

That part of me

Give tears, sweat and blood

Till my fingers listen to my mind with ease.

 

When mind, fingers, and sound intertwine

I lose my fear

 experience the divine

My tears taste sweet

My fear subsides

And then

 

 

Its gone.

 

 

Fear, doubt and Pain return

Stronger than before

But a part of me

Remembers and craves more.

 

That part of me is most afraid of all:

It fears not uncertainty, poverty or failure

But rather giving up.

That part of me through fear is brave.

 

 

It is a part of me

A part of me I love yet hate

It is a part of me

A part of me I fear yet elevate

A part of me

That gives me happiness yet pain

A part

Through which I lose sleep yet wisdom gain

A part of me called music.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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