Once I was

A beautiful overture…

Wanting to be practiced

Hoping to be perfected

Now I am

A repetitive march….

Boring, and lacking emotion

Needing a change of pace

I used to be

A favorite CD…

Being blasted through the stereo

Dancing always to my beat

But now I am

A old cassette…

Buried under useless junk

Yearning to be found

Once I was

A rock concert….

Waiting for opening night

Playing the best music ever played

But now I am

A technical difficulty

Silent, and full of glitches

Attempting many apologies