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Practicing For Heaven
Most of the music I’ve written will never see the light of day
I guess it wasn’t meant to be heard here
But that’s okay because still I persevere
Driven by a sense that it’s not for nothing
That there’s an eternity coming…
Where the symphonies in my head
Will finally be scored
Where the walls
Will playback their tapes
Where all of the ideas
Those remembered, and those long-forgotten
Will proclaim that it’s time
Where all the years of practice
Will reveal that it has been for something
That I was being honed for the ultimate performance
Or maybe not…
Maybe it was just for the sheer pleasure of it
To be enjoyed only within the confines of the finite
And that’s okay too
But I really don’t believe that…
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