Loud, Soft, Quiet, Noise.
One room, One person, One instrument, Infinite sounds.
Music is many things
Beautiful, Obnoxious, Angry, Happy. Dread of work, Relief of accomplishment,
Exhaustion.
Four corners, Small space, Like a closet to improve in, And to cry in.
On the best day, You will be in the practice room
On the worst day, You will be in the practice room.
Day in day out,
Week after week
You sleep, you eat, you practice.
It is too much,
It is not enough,
You are not enough,
No matter how hard you try.
You will still try,
For hours,
Years,
Decades.
You cannot escape.
YOU ARE READING
Practice Room
Poetryif you are a musician this if for you, if you aren't a musician, this is what musicians do to become musicians.
