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.
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