As I walk through the school, I can’t help but hear the sounds most hate as ones I love

The fire alarm, earsplitting and strong, the voice of a soprano
Shrilling, yet without it we wouldn’t feel safe
The main idea of the chorus, the melody, the safety net

The bell that guides us to our next class, the voice of an alto
Deep yet insightful, telling us where the next leg of our journey begins
It may not be the melody, but without it we would lose the main idea of the song itself, the once creative idea turning into a boring repetition of notes

Teachers talking, the voice of a tenor
Light sounding and filled with knowledge
We feel the educators’ power as they teach us what they have learned from others
The high pitch and light sounds when teaching something new and thrilling, yet the low undertone made as the lesson gets less and less stimulating

The sound of whispering rumors, the voice of a bass
The foundation of the social structure, as is the foundation of the choir
Its deep and strong ideas floating among the school, the chorus
All the rumors mixed, good and bad alike

Alarms, bells, teachers, rumors
Soprano, alto, tenor, bass
Forced together like a mystifying melody
As the day ends, and most students celebrate as they board the bus
I feel a pang of regret because I am no longer able to embrace the sounds of the song until tomorrow