QueenBee

Why?

It's a question I ask

More and more.

How far

Am I willing to go for this?

As it gets harder

And harder.

Auditions.

I have to prove to other

People

Actual

Judges

One of the first songs

I learned to play

Was

"The Streets of Laredo".

I remember this

With all the other songs in that book

Too.

Now, it is

In my closet

Broken

The cover falling off

I hold a dandelion to my lips,

The skeletal puff of its existence -

And I blow on it gently

After thinking hard:

What should I wish for?

For my friends to never have to leave?

To stop being so behind

I want to love.

Do you know that?

Do you all know that?

I want to love.

I want to scream it to the universe.

I want to live

I want to laugh

I wondered what the divine inspiration

Composers like Mozart and Bach and Beethoven

Created from.

I wondered what earthly thing

Could possibly possess them

To make music out of their hearts,

Souls,

A ton of songs -

Over fifty -

I love them all,

But fade so quickly.

My interest dies

By the tenth repetition,

And so I move on

To a cooler mission.

This beat, this soundtrack

On a loop.