Reflects notes never played,
Songs never sung,
Music unheard...
A symbol of trips never taken,
People never met,
Experiences not encountered
Promises unkept
A silence of wasted notes.
Alongside the other sheet creased and torn
Where notes of harmony and melody collided
Music over played, off key
Sharps played as flats,
Minor chords played in major
Discordance in place of an etude, no silence in the clamor
Reflecting life out of balance, overwhelmed, out of tune
Unmindful of the Great Conductor.
The Grand Maestro nodding gently tips the baton directing the musicians
Players who recognize the lead blending into a chorus
Of music made to dance, skip and hum.
Live life to the tunes and notes of each day
Strum the heartbeats in perfect meter
Keep the rhythm and balance among harmonies
Leave no unplayed symphony behind.
This is my contribution to Magpie this week. While posts are not too late until Tuesday, I had to cease tinkering with this one. So many songs to sing! To read more from a multitude of different writers, poets, click on the title to this post to browse from the Magpie site.
