When The Curtains Fall


The noise is daunting,
I fight to stay calm,
To follow the melody,
To sit and play on.
I look at my sheet,
Strum the notes through,
It feels like a cheat,
The rhythm untrue.
How long do I have?
Will I run out of time,
If I stray from the page,
With my own style, my own rhyme?
Will the curtains then fall,
To demand that I'm done,
And end my composing,
No more hum, no more drum?
My heart steals the wand,
Discarding the past,
I lose myself in the music,
The pitch my soul casts.
And in this I realize,
The piece is now found,
The curtains may come,
I no longer fear the sound.

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