Notes

The music plays in your ears,

Telling you a different story entirely,
You sit in the back of a lecture,

Making sure you have the right notes,
You’re cramming for a test,

Knowing it was a bad idea,

And you can’t remember everything,
You’re sat at a piano in a vast hall,

With a huge expectant audience,

Waiting for your first piece,
Your life is notes,

Of different kinds.

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