In this
Even as sometimes
Notes get chorded
With clumsy
Feelings
But the song plays on
And when it’s my turn to
Solo I might drop the notes
Create dissonance
But I keep a straight face
Keep playing
Breathing open to the
Feeling and risking
Bringing it all down
In pursuit of something greater
Than myself
But there are storms
Of wonder called
By the music
And even though the skies
Might be bone dry
I’ll crank up the volume
And make it rain
Hot and sweet
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Now this has the kind of quality you don’t stumble upon accidentally. It is born out of practice, and borne out of experience. Play on, my friend.
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