Everyone needs water to cleanse their throats and food to fill their stomachs- music is my food. Six years ago I began. And now I strive to be better with each passing day, despite the routine criticism that I encounter- A part of me now. Pit, pat, stamp, stomp- marching effortlessly across the field, each in perfect rhythm with the other. Next is the drum, with its regular thump. Trombones, trumpets, clarinets, each joining in with their own piece- their individual voice. I, too, join- but not as profoundly as the others, I am a soft whisper, and more often that not- No one hears me. Upon my shoulder the brass piece sits-my trusting companion- and eagerly awaits the caress of my lips. In my world, both inside and out, I stand alone and pity myself. My solitary existence and my desire to belong make a lethal pair. The island where I could perservere owns waves of solitude, crashing and destructive with their own thunder that encompasses my thoughts. What once was inviting now is deciding my fate as it's doomed to remain. The burdens my soul carries are like holes in a wall, sometimes repaired by the sound of music- My plaster. For just one day I would like to stand and make the waves subside; to hear my words and understand, instead of being trapped in a sunken ship without a life preserver. I used to have a powerful voice- like the deep but strong sound of my tuba. And I used to get the attention that springs forth from the voice of cymbals as they crash against one another. But now, the blast of my sound has become little more than a muffled silence. And a smile would grace my face if I could go the distance, to travel beyond the trumpets........... and cymbals...................... and drums................. and amount to one gigantic voice, So that no one could resist my call.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about someone very close to me. He has gone through some hard times throughout his entire life, and his strength continues to amaze me. This poem reflects some of his bottled up emotion as I viewed it. He is an excellent tuba player in his high school marching band, and sometimes I think his music is the only thing that can calm some of his stress, even though it is also the cause of most of it.(Well, the band as a whole is the cause, not his music.)
Anyways, he amazes me every day, and this is the best way I could write what I saw. He has improved in his self esteem, and become a very wholesome and well-rounded person. He is very special, and I love him with all my heart.
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