You Pulled Me Through

Today has been all sorts of bizarre.

Up and down up and down.

Things going terribly, horribly, wrong and things going wonderfully, beautifully right.

And in a way it all sort of balanced out.

An original poem in honor of my Music Theory Composition:


Eraser strokes on a page

back and forth, refusing to engage

Listless and drifting

thoughts sifting

Keys being pushed

hammers pounding

Is it all noise?

Pencil shavings


Now on to writing for real–homework time.



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