I dream to sit in a sweaty room

The strings under my fingers

The keys just out of reach

Notes flowing from my heart to my head to my hands to the world around me

Music

Soul

Life

Sound

Noise

My friends and I making the world

I crave for a way to let my feelings be known

Through sound emanating from my deepest corners

Striking unknowing strangers as they pass by

Music

Soul

Life

Sound

Noise

Making  myself known to the world

But this dream, but this crave

Remains ever fruitless

As I stare at the tool

That could free me in this room

Music

Soul

Life

Sound

Noise

I yearn with calloused fingers and sweaty palms and scratchy voice

But it just sits there and taunts me

Against the wall

Staring

Making noise

Silently

Inspiration: My guitar and piano that I barely know how to play. (I really want to, but reading music is very difficult for me and I barely have time to learn by music - I learn best by having someone show me - but that takes a lot of time too)

Also, throwback to the 5SOS celebration and all those old pictures of them in their old, tiny, cramped, hot, musty practice room (this poem has been in my drafts for awhile :)