Identity

Try this.

Close your eyes and imagine every person you know; friends, family, lovers, aquaintances, colleagues, enemies. Imagine that they are each calling you by your name. Each person may call you by different names familiarly; your first name, your last name, your full name, your nickname, your callsign or maybe even a "Hey!" or  a "Yo!". Each person calls out to you uniquely and in their own voice. And in their own way. Its so unique that if they called you over the phone you'll know who they are. Imagine the hundreds of people you know calling out to you 1 after the other in their own unique way slowly culminating into incomprehensible noise akin to a crowded room.

Then imagine a sudden silence . A silence so intense that it deafens you.

Then imagine your face when you break the silence and reply everyone with a single word:

"Hey!"

You are smiling. You are you.

Black Keys

I hate black keys. I suck at them.
They're hard to reach with my small hands.
They're hard to read on the sheet.
My pitch isn't good enough to include them in my range.

The songs I want to convey, have black keys. Lots of them.
I love jazz but I can't play it because of black keys.
My song, my feelings, can never be fully expressed.
My song is incomplete. I am incomplete.