I open my mouth and the notes
flow out so smoothly,
I almost don’t notice the sensation.
The sound flutters up and down the scales,
bringing to life the dots on paper.
I observe my listeners,
some tear up, others fall asleep.
But they are all there for one reason,
to listen to me. To appreciate my talent,
and what I’m doing.
This sheet of music in front of me directs my voice.
So many octaves, so many ways to tweak a note,
sharps, flats, vibrato,
how does one know how to do it so perfectly?
This beauty in noise almost seems effortless.