I concentrate to play each note right
Pluck the base, strum the treble.
Focus on the beat, one-two-three-four.
Oh, but don’t forget the syncopation!
Then comes the arpeggio:
Fingers move so fast
they crash into each other!
And of course the words:
I must sing in tune
and remember the harmony.
Ahhh—I can’t hear the music for the notes!
I close my eyes and commune with the True Musician.
Practice, practice, practice.
One day I strum along fearlessly
feeling the verse rise and fall,
the chorus blossom.
The notes disappear
and I hear the music!
As I play,
crickets creak, birds chirp,
monkeys screech, lions roar
streams rush, waves crash, planets whoosh—
all present while seamlessly harmonizing
to sing as one.