My music isn't for you,
Or for anybody else.
It is for my satisfaction, but like any other, I am afraid of rejection.
I took my music to a band,
hoping they would count me in,
they said I play it well but
I fail to create an atmosphere.
I walked back sorry for myself,
I walked back sorry for myself,
but dear,
How in Pete's name
should I create an atmosphere?
I went to a restaurant then,
where there are not only young but also old men,
I played my music for them,
But the manager told me ( in a polite way)
to get out!
I thought my music was a gem,
But for these people I was a fraud without doubt...
Or maybe ,
Just maybe,
I am somewhere lacking,
I am somewhere bad,
I need to realize the reason,
Why do these people go mad!
Crushed and crumbled I am,
but still some courage exists...
I go to various places and insist,
But nobody seems to accept my art,
And why should they?
I have enough faith in myself and my art,
I know I can do it well...
But somewhere in the corner of my heart,
Someone says I am lacking and rings a bell...
With no courage or faith I return home,
maybe I shouldn't play it here either,
coz I fear rejection, again.
I fear not being accepted, again,
I fear losing faith in my art, again...
Nevertheless, there is someone who has told me to play...
I bear a small smile,
but I am nervous (yes, I am!),
I clench my fist,
I look at my palm,
I look at my loved one
And three; two; one;
There I go...I play it one more time...
the fear still exists,
But I am stronger this time...
I play the last note...
I wait for a reaction...
There is no rejection...
I believe I don't lack an atmosphere,
I can't hear words from my dear,
Only claps...
And admiration in eyes...
the faith comes back,
courage comes back
And my confidence shoots up...
No, I am not accepted yet by all,
But who cares???
All I care about is
those claps...
that admiration...
And my first little bit of celebration!!!
By Shahen Pardiwala.
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