Quarter Notes Help Me Whole Rest
Always my safe place,
I remember from a young age
The power of the notes I sang kept them at bay
The lies
The stress
The sadness
The depress
Ion only half knows my name thanks you to quarter notes.
In my time of pivotal development,
Quarter notes assisted me in Erikson’s psychosocial stage of social acceptances and my search for an identity
As they gave me a family I could always depend on in my darkest of times,
On which I had to dream of nights underneath the light of the stage and the roar of the crowd, to find my out
I owe my family to the quarter notes.
These chords I strung
The progressions I play
And the harmonies I sing,
Unlocked talents and a method of coping that has never failed.
I am alive, thanks to the quarter notes
At points, I took their magic for granted
From my teachers verbal tongues lashings towards me for my childish tendencies
To delaying musical aspirations,
For assurance of comfortability in a capitalistic society
I almost gave up on quarter notes.
However,
On days like this
Where confusion lives rent free in my head
And heartbreak in a natural disaster inside of me,
I rely on the quarter notes.
To soothe me
To relax me
To remind me,
There is a life outside of this
To protect me
To reward me
To remind me,
To curse death with both fists.
Every day I live by a creed,
That, without fail, helps me evade death,
The conditions of my heart and the unbalance in my head will never completely kill me.
These quarters notes help me whole rest.