I know I was sleeping, still as can be
but was there a nightmare?
My eyes rolled back, sunk down, dug deep, and I floated
up, up, past the clouds, up towards transcendence.
I found myself in the company of the Big Man's Symphony,
a multitude of beautiful shining faces, gorgeous imaginative instruments
nothing earthly about them.
And the music- oh the music.
I don't want to call it sound, cause that's too ugly,
that doesn't describe what was surrounding us.
It was perfection.  It was awe. I was nervous.
For as all played and buzzed and hummed and awed,
I did not.  I couldn't.  My instrument was different.
Mine was odd, mine didn't fit
It looked hand-made, it smelled like dirt
and whenever I wished to join in on the beauty,
my instrument coughed, and cracked.
The strings disappeared and the holes filled up.
What happened next bothers me most:
I fell.  down. I fell far.
Far from beauty and majesty,
far from transcendence,
I fell to the ground.  I bit dust.  I drew blood.
and my instrument melted under my tears
like mud.