Am I Special

By Rebecca Wolff

I can play songs in my head
Yes I can perfectly replicate
(the) full-on
every note
(when the lights / do down / in the city)
yet I cannot
compose, for example
and though when I was young I believed
that the fullness meant
I could recreate the sounds
I heard in my head with my mouth
I learned through painful iteration
painfully unsatisfactory
shameful the rendition
so partial
almost unrelated
the qualities are: note tone scale register vocality musicality
painfully shy of representation
is there anyone?
who is a record player

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