A\N: More poetry. Yahh, I know, I'm not that good. But I like writing poems. SO THERE. Anyway, this is...(as the summar says...) what my deluded (!) mind makes of a potential Erik-Christine music lesson. Yay. Read and Review. PLEASE.
Those fools out there think I can't hear their complaints
The dead sound they are releasing
Is torture to my ears
They think I don't know that they are oblivious
Indifferent
To the power of music…..
But why on earth would they be unhappy?
Why are they so discontented?
Don't they just want to release
Themselves into ecstacy?
Now, breathe slowly
Surely
Let your voice just go
Fly above your head
Who cares about everyone else
When you can sing
And forget?
The instructors don't care about your true wishes
They don't understand your real intentions
They don't appreciate you
But that will change
People will hear music as it is meant to be heard!
They will see that
Everything is all right
When you can let go
And let your spirit soar.
Anyone
Who brings you down, child
Deserves to be
Scorned to the highest degree
For no one should be brought back from bliss
It would be like
Capturing the angels from heaven
And dragging them from their lofty peaks
To reside with the filthy scum
That lives on the earth
Forcing them to breathe
The murky air.
Now sing….sing…
You cannot have forgotten the words already….
Here……
Release me!
Forgive me!
Walk! Those who have heard me shall live forever!
Come! Those who have believed in me shall never die!
Sing.