Start To Play

Inspired by pho­tog­ra­phy of Shkoda Maria.

Basically, don’t let any­one else define your song.


 

Start to play, lit­tle girl.
Start to play.
You know you want to.
A few fin­gers caress the keys,
Worried of those you may not please.
Let it rush, let it blush
At every mis­take,
But it dare not die in a hush.

Start to play, lit­tle girl.
Start to play
The notes that only exist,
And only per­sist in your mind.
It doesn’t want to be left behind,
In the oner­ous hum­drum,
And hes­i­tant conun­drum
That freeze your fin­gers to for­get,
‘Coz if your heart dares to whis­per
They will hate you for it.

Still…

Start to play, lit­tle girl.
Start to play,
Or they will play for you,
And skew­er your melody into the flame
Till the song is no longer your name.
Before you are drowned,
All you need
Is a leap of mis­chief
To make your soul resound.

Start to play, lit­tle girl.
Start to play.
It might be your only chance,
Until the romance is killed
Once your fin­gers are milled,
No longer yours to belong,
Forever mak­ing you noth­ing more
Than a pause…
In some­one else’s song.

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