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.
