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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