How do I say

Why do you love this?

What makes you keep doing it?

 

I am always asked these questions.

How do I tell them

How do I say

That sometimes it's the only thing that matters to me?

The only thing I can cling to,

Cling to my own happiness?

How do I say I can't fall asleep without it,

I can't live without it,

Because how could I ever,

When it's such a huge part of me?

It just is.

I am music.

Music is me.

It's my way of being -

Existing -

Being myself.

How do I say just looking at it,

Not as another project or something to do

But as a story,

Something to tell,

Something to show,

Brings me joy?

How do I say I perform

Whenever I can

As scared as I am

Because I need to be a soloist one day

And I want to be

Or

Even just be part of something bigger than me?

How do I say it's all I am?

 

Why do you love this?

What makes you keep doing this?

 

How do I say I do it

Because to me there's nothing else in the

World

I would rather do?

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

More by QueenBee

  • Sleigh ride

    Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too

    F F F F F G F-D Bb C D C-A G F-

    imitating the human voice with instruments

    percussion back there repeatedly hitting the sleigh bells

  • Family

    I showed my grandmother my keyboard

    she took six years' of lessons when she was younger.

    Her fingers found the keys -

    she could still read -

    just enough

    just a little.

    I pulled out my flute-piano duet book

  • First kiss

    You cared;

    I tried to.

    You did;

    I thought I did.

    I wanted so badly

    to be a character in my books

    and to feel longing

    to feel needing

    to feel love and to

    be loved