Sometimes I just need to be alone. Sometimes, being alone could be the death of me,
putting it lightly. But most of the time,
I just need to listen to music.
Be it that new song from “Soupy”
who I swear is either a lyrical genius
or a clairvoyant,
to that solo in senior year that I can still remember
how poorly I played the first time in my room.
Though my viola has long since felt my fingers,
I know it is there in times of need.
I suppose everyone is like this;
we all have troubled thoughts
sawing at our ears and begging to be heard;
that inflict our brains with discordant notes.
In these sorts of time signatures, I like to remember-
an F sharp is also a G flat;
it is all about perspective. And you know what?
It takes a sharp in the middle of a piece
to stand out and perfect this beautiful, occasionally chaotic,
That, in itself,