re-thinking out loud

“this piece is inspired by a conversation that I had with my dear friend Mordecai

I’m probably picking and choosing and paraphrasing for poetic purposes, but he said that I make more sense when I’m on stage than I do in my day to day life

in my defense, I was very tired, so most of my mind was on the nap I was gonna take the next day

but what he said got me thinking

and I already think a lot

I seem really calm and collected right now because I sat down at 1:54 am monday morning (which should count as sunday night, in my opinion), and dumped a bunch of my thoughts on paper where I could see them

me being on stage is just me re-thinking out loud, which is why it used to be so scary

around this time last year, I was up here for the first time, re-thinking my thoughts

one of the pieces I performed was about what I do when my thoughts get too loud, which is poet for “what I do when I have a panic attack”

and now I’m back, feeling calm and collected because I have my thoughts written out

but I don’t really know what this piece is about Continue reading “re-thinking out loud”

1.18.17 – orchestra

time to tune up

why’s the pit so sparse?

you can’t make music if you don’t have heart

 

the show’s about to start

 

it should be a symphony

but the timpani, it’s not drumming

the conductor, when’s she coming?

 

and the audience

they expect you to perform

they expect to feel reborn

they expect

 

they lack respect

 

don’t feel so torn

 

the violins will be bright

bows dancing in the light

the boom of the bass will be just right

and it’ll all move in unison, what a sight

but the conductor, when’s she coming?

 

she’s the one who put it all together

the pieces, the piece, the peace

but she’s lost

it should all come together

but at what cost?

 

the show must go on

we must hear her song

 

1.18.17