I will never be a musician
I know this the way I know
That percussionist obviously listens to jazz
He plays rock
But he has studied jazz
He has resonated it
From ears to finger tips

I don’t even like this song
Or his band
But I like what he heard
I like that he shared it.
I will remember the 5 second snippet.

I hate that this is something I could never do
Because to do it means to love
not simply but deeply
To be willing to hear the note
over and over and over and over
not mind it, not mind the repetition
not mind the boredom

The will that I lack
absents itself from many places.
An instance:
I cannot practice my tongue across the skin of a human drum,
now,
And meditate my way to it later.

Yet this guy, with his awful music,
can love something that much?
I know there is something wrong with this assessment
But I doubt I have the patience to figure out what.