In the Form of a Song

One day I had allowed a friend to read some of the poetry I had written. I'm not sure on the specific ones that were read, or even on what day, a month--or even the year that it happened. But the thing that she said was "you should make this into a song". And as much as I tried to, I failed miserably to come up with something that worked with the words that had been written.

Up until about a week ago, I was playing around on the piano again. The house was quiet which pushed me even further, and I soon found that the song that I was coming up with--sentence after sentence-- turned out to be okay.

I found that writing a song is like writing a novel--but in a different way. The first song was okay . . . but the second is even better. And I betting on that just like any kind of writing that is worked on continually, that it just keeps getting better from here.