Music Practice Poem by Tony Esmonde

Music practice
is not fun.
Make you feel,
you want to run
out the door
down the street
till you hear
a better beat.

It's all in the mind
what sounds good.
Frays the nerves,
put up the hood.
Withdraw to a place
out of sight.
Practice the same tune
to get it right.

Each time you play,
wonder just why
it sounds a bit different.
Is that a lie?
Yet persevere on,
you never know,
may play it right,
before you go.

To test your tune
give it a try.
Play to your dog.
You'll make it cry.
If it howls in tune
you can rightfully say
that progress been made.
What the 'heck' anyway!

(Ireland 2016)