Feeling poetic...

After practicing piano....(first time in a long while) I felt a bit nostalgic. Reminded me of days and nights I spent practicing in the circle building. 

Practice, practice, practice,
Minor human error.
For the listener a canvas,
Intricate and rare.

To the eye a mere illusion,
Wind, stick, or bow.
To the ear illumination,
Breathe, strike, a show.

An hour? A day? A week?
Tedious preparation.
A month? A year? We seek....
For a musical perfection.

From the composer,
To the conductor,
To the performer,
To the receiver.

Only once,
Who, what, when, where, why.
Never twice,
No one can deny.