When the strings and piano flood your ears
Enveloping your whole being
And throwing it into a world of peace
How classic this feeling is
The feeling of wanting to try and learn the piece of music
The wanting of a skill you feel is correct
Correctly placed in your mind yet not held
How classic can a feeling be
When you're listening to things other than strings
Do you feel like you want to learn a skill
That the other may be speaking of
How classic should you be
When you sit in front of a computer
A link that you had already saved
You know the song
And you realize its length
How classic would it be if you could just learn it easily
The feeling of a sad piano solo
How ironic it is to listen to a saddened song
In your timeline when you know there is nothing dramatic
Nothing dramatic that should be keeping you down
How classic it would be
If you could just walk away from the saddened songs
And just listen to something else
A song that is within your grasp to learn
How classic you may think
When you write a poem
With piano and strings music flooding through your head
It won't envelop you anymore
It will only drown the feelings you thought you had
And only the feelings you thought were gone
Will show in its place
Bearing an ugly face
And now
Your classic music isn't yours anymore
How classic it is that music can be changed so easily
To an angry note and rhythm
It haunts me
And it will no matter what classic thing you listen to
