Notes on a Blank Page

A/N: Okay, I admit. It's really stretching it to put this on marching band, but it was inspired by a clinician and it's

technically about music. It just should probably go in the poem section. But, deal with it.

I lie dormant on the page.

Black against white.

Unfeeling, dead, emotionless.

I cannot stir the hearts of lovers.

Nor tear the eye of the lonely and broken.

I have no power, No depth.

No soul.

You must give me life

Teach me to feel.

Show me love, pain, loss

Breathe into me the gift of life.

Then I can be beautiful.

My power will wrench hears

And cause waterfalls of tears.

Only when I am filled with passion

Can I live

For nothing is alive

Without emotions

And nothing

can survive

Without a soul.