I always wanted to play the piano, I was just a teen
But I could never stoke the keys with passion.
I wanted to close my eyes and make love to the notes
I just wanted to feel close to them like most.
Often, I cursed myself cause I just wanted to feel the passion of the notes in my heart
I wanted to know how it felt to master that art.
I listened to Chopin endlessly
I felt so much ecstasy.
It was an orgasm to my ears
It transported me to a place with no fears.
“If this is the way I feel by listening to it, how would I feel if I could play?” where my thoughts
Every time I tried my fingers ended up in knots.
I never learned
I felt so deformed.
I just wanted to feel the passion of the notes
But now I feel the passion of the words.
Even thought I made love to the words
I often wonder, “how would it feel to feel the touch of the notes?”