The Curtains Will Fall

The noise is daunting,

I fight to stay calm,

To follow the melody,

To sit and play on.

I look at my sheet,

strum the notes through,

listen to the beat,

the rhythm untrue,

When will the curtains come down,

Will I run out of time?

If I stray from the page,

With my own style, my own rhyme…

will the curtains then come?

To demand that I’m done?

and end my composing,

No more hum, no more drum.

I let my heart lead the music,

discarding the past,

lose myself in the journey,

the pitch that I’ve cast,

and in this I realize,

the piece is now found,

the curtains may come,

I no longer fear the sound.

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