My Music…
Will it reach them?
The vitality of my soul,
The epitome of my identity
Can they feel it?
Can it reverberate into the ears of the deaf?
Can it dye the eyes of the blind?
Can it tremble through the fingerprints of the heartless?
Can it be felt through all kind?
What I have to offer
Isn’t much but
If you can feel it
Taste my worth, my efforts, my spirit
Close your eyes from the flash of my strength
Then every bloodshed practice
Every grueling repeat
Every sip of bitter scalding tea
Will all be complete
After all, music is selfish
Played for the sake of yourself
To prove to others the effort you put in
Did not go to waste
With every practice
That annoys and aggravates
A trace of confidence stretches over
Knowing you tried while others didn’t
Purely to satisfy your thoughts
You continue to let loose feelings
Emotions all to vent and filter out
Into every precise note you hit
However, Music is selfless
Played for the listener's enjoyment
Their pleasure reciprocates your own
And fuels you to push through
It’s always dedicated to someone
In the corner of your heart
To the person who lights it up
And warms it from the inside out
Music is more beautiful when it’s made for you
Maybe it’s because you put a face
To the lighthearted tune that trickles into the room
And slips a smile in people’s face
And yet
To take the one thing I had to offer
Rip every painstaking stitch practice put in
God, you are cruel
Heartless
Evil
The gift you gave me, you ****** back
Just from one accident
Now what I have to give
Is nothing but rumors
I don’t want your facades
Your condolences
Your prayers
I wanted your admiration
Your praise
Your attention
I wanted my gift to be respected and acknowledged
But now
Instead of applause I get apathy
Instead of smiles I get sympathy
Instead of prizes I get pity
What am I without Music?
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
My Music…
Will it reach them?
The vitality of my soul,
The epitome of my identity
Can they feel it?
Can it reverberate into the ears of the deaf?
Can it dye the eyes of the blind?
Can it tremble through the fingerprints of the heartless?
Can it be felt through all kind?
What I have to offer
Isn’t much but
If you can feel it
Taste my worth, my efforts, my spirit
Close your eyes from the flash of my strength
Then every bloodshed practice
Every grueling repeat
Every sip of bitter scalding tea
Will all be complete
After all, music is selfish
Played for the sake of yourself
To prove to others the effort you put in
Did not go to waste
With every practice
That annoys and aggravates
A trace of confidence stretches over
Knowing you tried while others didn’t
Purely to satisfy your thoughts
You continue to let loose feelings
Emotions all to vent and filter out
Into every precise note you hit
However, Music is selfless
Played for the listener's enjoyment
Their pleasure reciprocates your own
And fuels you to push through
It’s always dedicated to someone
In the corner of your heart
To the person who lights it up
And warms it from the inside out
Music is more beautiful when it’s made for you
Maybe it’s because you put a face
To the lighthearted tune that trickles into the room
And slips a smile in people’s face
And yet
To take the one thing I had to offer
Rip every painstaking stitch practice put in
God, you are cruel
Heartless
Evil
The gift you gave me, you ****** back
Just from one accident
Now what I have to give
Is nothing but rumors
I don’t want your facades
Your condolences
Your prayers
I wanted your admiration
Your praise
Your attention
I wanted my gift to be respected and acknowledged
But now
Instead of applause I get apathy
Instead of smiles I get sympathy
Instead of prizes I get pity
What am I without Music?
