Music is Laborious.

To turn one's vision of thought into an audible wave tantrum is a complicated and exhausting process.  Think of Jogging with boulders chained to your ankles, then Jumping into a pool of sand made out of rubber.  Hearing your amplified intuition is like drinking hair into your ears.  If you don't comb it first it's painful.  

I've lifted weights on the guitar.

I've swam a mile, the butterfly, on the synth.

I've hop scotched every 2nd grader into the ground on the drums.

Yet every time, while amidst the process, I am light as a feather in outer space.  Till it's done and I am a rock buried deep within the mantle of the Earth.

Heard the thought before a noise is made.  

Make a noise before the thought's complete.

Completely hear the hair pouring into your ears.

Good music is laborious.

Am you is?

The Question 'Why?' is really the question 'Why am I?'  Sometimes I think questioning our existence and purpose succeeds in removing ourselves from the 2-dimensional palette we're placed on, and in a moment we create a new brush stroke on the canvas, which is the real world.  This implies that some people are never more than a color swatch waiting to be spread and blended into reality, occasionally being spritzed by water soes not to dry out, cracking and crumbling to dust before the feet of the easle.  So if you think you are what you do but you ain't who you be  then you must ask 'why?' and be who you am.             Am you is?