I've Been Thinking Of This One...

Writing this sometimes seems pointless. But the pointlessness doesn't stop at writing. What's worth anything really? Admit it; we all think like this if we allow ourselves to really think. It's just like thinking, "well, this has been said before." Or "this has already been drawn." "Someone else has played this song."

And writing is like that.

The best I can do is get it in key. Right?
I can tune these words so they won't hurt your mental ears as you read them.
If I work hard enough at it, I can tune them fine enough to ring true.

But is a true note reason enough in itself to keep playing?
Am I losing you?

But then I think some more. And I think it's not a singular note that's true, but a collection, played in varying tones, at different times and in different lengths, at different intensities....
It becomes about the spaces in between the notes as well. What's not written.

And if it all comes together, it's a song. And if any one's listening, it could help them. A good song cuts straight to my soul.

But the singer won't hear the resonance of his song. The writer won't read how his words are read. And we all will not feel our effect.

But play we must.

Write, draw, breathe. Even when we're off-key and no one's listening.