What is it to love something?

Would you continue to the sound of no applause?

When there is no money or recognition?

Dedicated to the vision.
I am the only one who heard these things on the wind.

Prophet.
Speak it.
Sing it.
Play it.
Love it.

Lock yourself in a practice room.
In an empty house.
(no one is listening)

You and this beast.
You alone with this monster.

And you go at it again and again.
Till your fingers hurt and you are close to exhaustion.
(close to the edge of what is sanity)
(close to what this fragile body can handle)
To unlock that beast’s voice. 

A Piano In the Woods