Mixing it up is the music of life |
Playing in Time Two beats per measure, the half note gets one The wait is forever and she sighs with a moan Her eyes wander off and she loses it all The easiest part makes her stumble and fall Four quarter notes then must be played all the same Each beat is reached easily, soundly and so When the make believe crowd stands up in applause She graciously smiles and accepts with a bow Once she masters this skill, it's time to move on Sixteenth notes arrive to add to the mill Speed up her heartrate, fingers cramp in their haste The metronome drones on after every mistake The sinker comes when it gets all stirred up One slow and one fast, then one fast and one slow With a sixteenth sitting on the heels of a half A rest following and stopping her fast She counts to herself just as she's taught, One ee and two ee and three ee and four She's hopeless and frustrated feeling failure today but still back tommorrow, and ready to play Why does she do this every Tuesday at four? No parent dictates or waits by the door She asks herself why, this beating she takes Her head throbs with the noise that she makes She embraces the ride even so Not always fun, but still there's a thrill In getting it right after fifty three years In creating a new song and moving along She sees the seasons are just like the notes Some will come fast, then remain much too long Some she must wait for, then sadly see go Without each the song would be nothing at all. |