In this week's reading for my medieval literature class, it discussed the interplay between music and poetry; in fact most poets and musicians at the time were one and the same. So in honor of those medieval poets-musicians, here's a poem about music.

This is just to say

This is just to say

if you make music and love doing it, you are a musician.

Full-stop.

Even if you forget to practice.

Even if you can't practice now or anymore.

Even if you can't read lines and spaces

Even if the aural landscape of music is a mystery to you.

Even if you play songs that don't have a melody.

Even if you compose stuff nobody likes

(You're in the same boat as J.S. Bach. Say hello to the great man himself for me.)

Even if you don't know why you make music anymore.

This is just to say

if you make music and love doing it, you are a musician.

Even if you need to take a break for a long while

Even if you cry in music theory class.

Even if you hate classical music

Even if you hate to perform

Even if you've never taken "real lessons"

Even if you don't feel like one sometimes

If you make music and love it, you are a musician.