Tune the strings first, then set the bass right,
Fiddle with the gain, till the sound's to your delight.
Practice solo daily, before that electrifying performance,
To set the stage on fire, first go through the hell of endurance.
Sit on a bridge for hours, catch waterlilies in varied light,
Mix the various pigments, till you get the hue that's bright.
Sketches and notes yield, to the masterpiece in oil,
You have to paint a million perspectives, can't shy from toil.
Detach from what the day served, write to a prompt few lines,
Let the dust settle down a bit, to uncover what the heart pines.
Scribble in your diary or online, variations on a theme,
Discard what doesn't nourish you, make it last more than a meme.
If you wish I'll pen another poem, at your whim and my will,
But first I need the day to set mood, so that with 14 lines I can kill.
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