maya

i'm everyone, everywhere, with you, without you, unbound, set free, in limbo, lost at sea

practice makes perfect

Piles upon piles of stapled booklets, the

highlighted print read so many times
he swears that they’re burned onto the inside of his eyelids.

for it’s his responsibility to shape his voice,

his character, until the puzzle piece fits perfectly with all the others,

locked into place, just what the director wants

it’s just a bit of a long process, that’s all

translating his lines from two-dimensional text on paper

into raw emotion, articulation, projection

from his eyes to his mouth.

A flawless performance doesn’t come from sitting and waiting.

 

She, too, has got piles, not

filled with colons and light cues but

of watercolours, of abandoned

shapes that she has given up on.

It’s tough, chasing the artworks you

envision in your mind’s eye, and then

making eye contact with the monstrosity that

greets you from the page.

Haphazardly she flings lines of grey on to white

sheets bound together as an exhibit of trial and error,

flipping through will show you that
fully completed works are few and far between

yet she doesn’t give up. She never drops the pencil.
She’s not simply waiting until she gets good at this.

 

And myself? Well, I’ve got piles, not

splattered with paint or purple highlighter but

adorned monochromatically with printer ink

with staffs, clefs, and, how’s that rhythm go again?

Not much variation at first glance, other than

weird jazz fonts that make me squint. But

I digress. Sometimes I wonder how my

flimsy little fingers have made it this far,

how my lungs haven’t caved in

and if, upon hearing me, the composer would

wince in sheer agony, or perhaps his skeletal remains

perpetually have his bony hands over his ear-holes

because of those just like me.

Sometimes I retreat to my room, hands

aching, bewildered by the sudden absence

of sun (was it dark out when I started?)

and I tire, but stress and injury aside,

I cannot wait to play those melodies again.

I cannot wait to grow and improve.