Practicing for Heaven


Most of the music I’ve written will never see the light of day
I guess it wasn’t meant to be heard here
But that’s okay because still I persevere, driven by a sense that it’s not for nothing

That there’s an eternity coming…

Where the symphonies in my head will finally be scored
Where the walls will play back their tapes, and all of the ideas, those remembered and those long
forgotten, will proclaim that it’s time
Where all the years of practice will reveal that it has been for something, that I was being honed for the
ultimate performance

Or maybe not…

Maybe it was just for the sheer pleasure of it, to be enjoyed only within the confines of the finite
And that’s okay too
But I really don’t believe that

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