In this week's reading for my medieval literature class, it discussed the interplay between music and poetry; in fact most poets and musicians at the time were one and the same. So in honor of those medieval poets-musicians, here's a poem about music.
This is just to say
This is just to say
if you make music and love doing it, you are a musician.
Full-stop.
Even if you forget to practice.
Even if you can't practice now or anymore.
Even if you can't read lines and spaces
Even if the aural landscape of music is a mystery to you.
Even if you play songs that don't have a melody.
Even if you compose stuff nobody likes
(You're in the same boat as J.S. Bach. Say hello to the great man himself for me.)
Even if you don't know why you make music anymore.
This is just to say
if you make music and love doing it, you are a musician.
Even if you need to take a break for a long while
Even if you cry in music theory class.
Even if you hate classical music
Even if you hate to perform
Even if you've never taken "real lessons"
Even if you don't feel like one sometimes
If you make music and love it, you are a musician.
