You know how sometimes you really want to just listen to music? Well I can tell you that as a musician, sometimes you really just want to play. Sometimes, that comes with frustration. Playing a new piece of music can be beyond frustrating. It takes time to play a piece of music to your satisfaction. However, once you get to that point, the music is that much sweeter. It's like all the tears and anger were all worth it.
There are times when you hear a piece of music, you just want to play it. It's like your fingers are itching to try your hand at that particular piece. You want to see what you can do with that piece, maybe challenge yourself a bit. It's almost if you have to give it a shot.
As a change of pace, this time I've got a small piece of poetry for you. It's about that desire to play that new piece of music. Without further ado, let's raise that curtain.
I look down my arms
To where my hands
Lay on those pristine keys.
Those black and white keys
Are smooth, daunting, amazing.
They have to the power
To make music or cacophony.
If left alone, abandoned,
They cry out.
They demand attention.
My fingers ache to oblige.
I crave the sound that piano can make.
I want to hear the notes,
Feel the music as it’s played.
They sit there, staring, waiting.
They want to be played.
They beg for a use, to make noise.
The slightest pressure
On one of those smooth, slender keys
Carries the potential
For jubilation, anger, agony.
It’s up to me
To create that sound.
All I have to do is press those keys.