Hey Perfection,

Hey Perfection,

this week, I’m going to touch my neglected guitar and piano.  I might even mess with them and make terrible sounds with them.  You can’t stop me.

I won’t know what I’m doing.  Although knowing that feels terrifying at some level and doing things poorly seems criminal, I might just go ahead and do it.

Will anyone know or care?  What will happen after I make some non-rhythmic sounds with my lonely instruments?  Will the instrument police get me?  Will their ears hear the confusing sounds?

Do my instruments want me to play them, even badly?  Would it be disrespectful to them?  Do they only deserve skilled hands?  Will they sense my fear of them, of me and my inability, that I might not be able to make enough sense of them to make sounds that make sense? What if the sounds never make sense?

Will I have failed?  Will the instrument failure police know and promptly get me?  Will I wither away forever in instrument failure jail, kicking myself for foolishly trying to play an instrument?  Do they deserve better than me?

What is the purpose of trying to play them anyway?  Who would it save?  Maybe me?

Perfection, once I make non-melodic sounds with my instruments, I might even try to figure out what else I can do poorly, and then go do it.