'Till Death Do Us Part
I’m told I sound crazy
A damsel in distress.
Pining for my love,
Bliss and happiness.
My dreams, I won’t give up,
Though others might jeer.
For music is the thing
I hold most dear.
Early in the morning
I roll out of bed.
A smile on my face and
One thought in my head.
I’ll take it to college
Obtain a degree.
Jobs are scarce
But I will not flee.
They mention my age
With a smirk on the face.
“You’re too young.”
Sarcasm? No trace.
“It’s true love!” I say.
You won’t understand.
We have a bond.
It goes hand in hand.
Age is a number.
I know I’m naïve.
But my love grows stronger
I don’t want to leave.
What does the future
Hold in store?
I will never know,
I only want more.
The song in my heart
Has taken us far.
I’ll hear it to the moon
On the way to the star.
Together we stand.
Through Asia and France.
Connected by the language
That leaves others in trance.
Through the past seven years
I’ve played without a care.
Until one event
Left me with a scare.
“The arts are futile!”
The school district said.
“We won’t give you money”
And chopped off the head.
My jaw dropped open
My eyes burned with tears.
As the men with the money
Confirmed all my fears.
I’d used music for fun
And expressing myself.
But it was high time
To put my pride on the shelf.
Many young children
All over the Earth
Have no food, no water,
No inkling of mirth.
I am no scientist
Not an engineer.
I can’t invent an oasis,
Or solve hunger, I fear.
But I can make people happy
Make them feel alive.
Teach them an art
Where they can thrive.
My passion for music
Transcends the need
For money and power
For fame and for greed.
So why in my world
Does music define
Me as a person
And this life of mine?
A scared, little freshman
I entered high school.
I didn’t fit in,
I wasn’t that cool.
I begged my parents
“Please let me stay home!
The halls of this school
Are too big to roam!
Alone in this world
I can’t help but care
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So late in the night
I’d play my clarinet
Express how I felt,
My only outlet.
Music listens,
Music heals.
Music doesn’t judge
How each one of us feels.
So I stopped reading into
The status quo
And used the song in my heart
To go with the flow.
Music gave me a voice,
It gave me reasons
To keep going on
And change with the seasons.
So when I feel sad,
And down with the blues,
I no longer sulk
And look down at my shoes.
I play how I feel
I now have the choice
To express through the music
That’s given me a voice.