Bothered by over-reliance on equal temperament
All this hammering into shape
All this doh ray me me me phew-ee
Like taking a day to tune the guitar
Fingers sore, can't sing
Tired of imitation, connection broken
Like trying to write clearly with a broken pencil
Remember the one we shared?
a bridge between us
You had the pointy tip
I had the blunt end with the eraser
Remember that old film
when the guy in the tepee
takes an arrow and breaks it?
Like trying to write in real colour
without conforming to black notes
and white notes
Those keys little coffins
Like making the effort to see clearly
Your eyes
ripped clear of scales
I love
See below surface
See through charade
Like when you spend too long
looking in the mirror
Broken mirror
Forcing pieces someone else's pattern
What do you see outside?
What do you hear outside?
The Sound of Music?
The King and I?
I am not a note major or minor
with adjusted intonation