Seeing a beat
And feeling it deep
Are conflicting things
For sure
Music is art
Music is science
Face it, music just has to be
All around
Anyone can learn
To read the staff
To see the notes align
But reading the notes
Maybe plucking a string
Does not true talent make
To really be good
One must sing with a soul
Feel moved to the next note
Again
They must see all the colors
That float through their ears
All of these must appear
In their head
And of course
After that
You’re not done
Not quite yet
No, true talent takes more
You have to be totally
Into the music
Consumed, no chance to turn back
Anymore
Because how can you sing
Or dance, or play
If music has not yet filled your soul?