Soothing melodious waves strike the ear
Nothing can compare to the nadir
Steady waves unceasingly floods one’s body
Pulses bridging from note to note were ever so gaudy

Fingers placed gently on the keys
Transition to a furious rage with ease
Staccato notes prance in the air
Inked in somber for everyone to share

Pouring redness on the page
Calmness produced from sage
Sweet chorale dance across the room
Stormy, tempestuous bolts abruptly consume

Ruptured rhythms materialize
Sweet chorus filters through in disguise
An authentic ode to joy

Each word ingrained into the sheet
Each waking hour spent, burned in constant heat
And each muscle movement, each tension- pain is plastered in the ink.

A constant tempo ticking from the system of chambers, atriums, arteries-
Veins

Music that comes from the soul
Souls that are continuously siphoned from the reproduced symphony
In the final days of life- the death of music, your music, is absurd

La musique est éternelle