Anyone in a creative endeavor has at least two drives. One is an inner, undeniable urge to create. The other can be deeper, less explainable: a sense of purpose. Explianable ot not, we dwell on it, maybe just a little, sometimes a lot. Here's one such mulling.
Ti
Maybe what I do here
Is just a minor riff
In a major work.
Does it matter then
If I practice, pay my dues
Or ring the changes?
I never really know.
Still I do it,
Hear it. learn it, play it,
As honestly as I can,
Stumble my way toward music.
Otherwise it's only noise.
-Charlie Neff
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Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2007
goood heavens, a great piece again...wonder how well you write..and one thing v.attractive is your poems are all very short,simple down to earth,weighy and gets deep down.you write too well and very true too. kudos !!! neerja
Aw, yes, but you know that the orchestra is made up of each individual pieces of musical knowhow and instruments. Get them all together, sometimes the sax will shine, sometimes the flute, but when it is all said and done, it is the orchestra which is the star. We are but bit players, but we can do no less than our best according to our abilities. Thank you for allowing me to ramble on.
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Hear it. learn it, play it,
yes..i agree with you ...otherwise its just noise.
am enjoying reading your work . :-) shoma