Music Block

Sometimes I see it
And it calls me.
Tickles my fingers and whispers to my soul
All I want is to slip into its world
Feel its magic.

Other times,
I walk right passed it
Feeling nothing
No calling voices in my head.

These are the times nothing will come
I can try
But all is halting and awkward
Hurting my ears and fingers.

Faltering and stumbleing is not how I want to play
Banging and clinking keys
Will only give me a head ache
If I can't play
With the grace and beauty I am said to have,
I will not play at all