Empty Sound

A reflection of those times when you pick up the instrument and nothing works.

Lips against silver
It feels cold, unwieldy

Focused air
Strings of silver sound

The sound is empty

Keys clack in virtuosity
Yet fingers feel sluggish

Fighting the silver wall with love and determination
Not a single crack

My own instrument
My body
Fighting against me

The sound is empty

Reviews

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Euterpe

Your struggle to play your instrument is beautifully, in depth worded . I am under an impression that your own instrument betrayed you when it refuses to let out the sounds that are pleasant to ears. Beautiful flow as well.