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Oct 2013
Do you know what is worse
Than for someone to say your music skills are bad?

That your music is dead

Skills can be perfected with practice
But once the feeling is dead
It's dead.

To my ears they sound fine
They sound like it's full of emotion
But
My ears are faulty
Like how I always search for a minor key
To every major song first

When I compare the sounds
Of mine and others
I can clearly hear the contrast
It's scary
It's like my fingers cause decay
To the piano

I can play all the black keys
And my music would still be flatter
Than it

They say music comes from inside
I guess my insides reflect a dull aching flat echo
The emptiness rattles through my ribcage
My music is dead
And so am I
Jonathan Reyes
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Jonathan Reyes  Denmark
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