The white keys laugh at me
The black ones sit silent
The song comes out all wrong
The dots on the page
Befuddle
Time signature all wrong
Missing tones bad notes
My song never sounded like yours
Octaves away
Studies suspended
I never thought of it as style
I never saw it could be angels
Helping me improvise
I wanted to be a magpie
Singing a mockingbird song
I wanted to be as close to you
As close could be
I wanted to sound
Perfect
Wonderful
Not cute
Like my parents said
I wanted to be you
But I didn’t see the work
I didn’t hear the music in my head
Only the doubt in my mind
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