Today I finished my first full-length, lyrics + instrument song. It has verses, a variable chorus, a beginning, an end, a middle sufficient enough to call it full, and it lasts about 4 minutes 25 seconds. I've written countless half, quarter, tiny songs, melodies, and all too terrible of things to actually call songs. This one is different, and I finally got the closure I've been working towards for basically years now. I play parts of songs on each instrument I have, never finishing, never really starting, just jumping into chord progressions. I've had 3 chords in my head for about 3 years now, just swimming back and forth. I'd wake up to them, and they'd stay in my head all day. I liked it that way, I must have, because I haven't changed it until today. I made them into a song, added lyrics, even quickly recorded it poorly. My voice sounds a lot different from the outside of my head, played back to my ears. I'm hoping the parts I don't like is just a result of the low recording quality. Now I have my song, and I feel compelled to write more, to finish all that I've started. Compiling songs is a lot like sewing though: you go into it with a vision of what you want it to turn out as, not realizing that it's going to be both more difficult than you thought, and not exactly what you intended. Thankfully, writing songs is easier for me than sewing, and this song is a little better than I expected. It's been over 5 hours now and it's still in my head, and I'm still satisfied. I'll wake up with it in my head tomorrow, and I'll sing it during the day. I'll maybe even listen to it on the plane, another first: a song of mine in my headphones. Tomorrow I'll start on a week away from my piano though so it will be a challenge to not be able to play with my new creation, but knowing it's there is all I need right now. Thank you piano, thank you wind, and thank you sadness: finally something positive has come from you.