I sit down at my piano
I look down at the notes, observing the beauty
The beauty of such simplicity creating such art
As I play the notes, my heart starts racing
I feel elated by my playing
Something’s come over me
I’ve forgotten what he’s said to me to upset me
I’ve forgotten how sad they’ve made me
Everything’s forgotten…it’s gone
All I can think about now is what notes I’m about to play
How can I not choose to do this my whole life?
I come out to them, the people I speak to
I come out to them about my love for music
Not just a love, an addiction, a need
I express myself about this
I say all I want to do is music, my whole life
How do they respond?
It’s not practical, it’s not realistic
There aren’t enough opportunities
They just don’t know.