Nupur Chaturvedi

Another note strikes odd, 
Broken keys or trembling fingers?
I try again and again,
I hear it in my mind, 
But in playing it’s not the same,
Years of perspiration come to nought 
Struggling to control motor skills 
And surrender to masterful art
But the body wins over mind,
Or does the mind lose to the body?
Mortal concerns versus divine timeless harmony
No David and Goliath this,
The fight is equal
Because in the end,
I am the music,
The music is not without me.
And so the odd note stays suspended in the air
While I hear the penny drop.