Sunday, June 6, 2010

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Crippled

It's like a dream,
I stand there looking,
the keys are staring back at me,
I close my eyes,
I can hear it,
I can hear me,
I'm playing a melody.
Then, I'm back to reality.
My hands feel crippled and weak,
I press down on the keys,
but can't seem to get it right.
I open my mouth,
and choke on my own voice,
my ears are deaf to what I'm singing,
I try so hard to get it right,
but then I'm there,
at the beginning,
standing
looking at the keys,
it's like a dream.
that I can never seem to reach.
I'm a cripple,
a musical cripple.