Can't Help It

Can't help it that there are monsters lurking behind every scene...

waiting....

patiently waiting....

for that one chance to pull forth a chain of still frames in one fluid motion.

I can't help it, and it can't be helped.

I know I've tried my best.

Beauty in Inconsistency

It's quite interesting how music can never be recreated.
No matter how skilled the musician, or how many times that same old score's been practiced,
What comes spewing out of the instruments will always be different.

Because music is so subjective, it's so...subject to the mood of the instrumentalist.
No one person can imitate another's handiwork.
No one person can recreate another's feelings.
No one person can be in that precise moment, as the musician over his instrument.

And, just like this, every time I am "in the moment",
so ever presently listening to the notes on the piano,
I will play exactly what I feel.

Then, 2 minutes later, right after the sound of the last note wears off,
I forget every single thing I'd played...

Unable to capture the beauty of the moment; left forever unrepeated.

And that...is the most frustrating thing sometimes!

 :(

The Cause of My Upside Down Smile

I am uninspired.

I read your words and I gather nothing;

I play your music and I hear nothing;

I move my lips but say nothing.

I feel unexcited,

uncreative,

underwhelmed.

But I take a deep breath.

I tell myself...tomorrow is a new day.

Tell myself...

it's something to look forward to at least :)

It's time to turn this frown, upside down!

March

All of the things you should forget should really be forgotten.

Rut

It's a tennis match; an endless volley.

It's a pirate ship ride; rocking back and forth.

It's a broken player; stuck at 1:03.

You get the idea.

I need progress.

It's Fading

Thank God.