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.