If I hum while I write, am I making music?
If I write the blues with saxophones serenading my soul, are my words jazz?
If a single string of notes can spark my passion,
cause me to lunge across the room for my pen,
are my thoughts lyrics?
Is an artist inspired by an artist apart of the band?
If I close my eyes and let my pen flow with the vibrato,
will my instrument connect with the chords?
Or be overpowered by octave?
The truth is I may never learn the answers, because like many aspiring artists,
I’ll presumably have passed by the time my material matters.