as night sets in so does depression
the only thing keeping him alive is music
it calms his mind, erases all thoughts of death

with a glass of scotch and a pack of camels
he creates timeless art with his feelings
music for the soul, lyrics for the mind

as his nightmares consume reality
his heart beats slower than regular
enough for his mind to catch up

rhythm, melody, harmony and pitch
notes, rests, time and sharps
this are his dreams, eating him alive.

the time signature of a piece
his heart beats to it
only enough for him to control

nightmares control him
it eats him alive
while musical notes chase him

he wakes up only to realize
that it was all a dream
a horrible dream

every note, every beat
every word and every song
it defines who he is

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on thursday, my real test begins. a test that can be the start/end of me. it will define me as a musican or as a failure. but to me, i'm already failing.

Audition at UST for Conservatory of Music, major in Piano.

i don't want to disappoint myself, my mother, friends and sisters any more.