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
Keys being pushed
Is it all noise?
Now on to writing for real–homework time.