a different note, a different theme, a different tune to hum.
a different hand, a different mind, a different heart to know.
a different face, a different voice, a different depth of low.
in sweeping lows, the tuba blows a wake up call for kings,
while high and sweet, the vi'lin weeps and gives the peasant wings.
the harpist plays, her heart displayed for everyone to see
how much her heart is in her harp's soft, haunting melody.
the bass resounds and shakes the ground until the people see
the tempting dance and sweet romance it makes and then sets free.
together, then, the bassist and guitarist play the tune
that rises high to reach the sky and makes love with the moon.
in darkest night and faintest light, with melodies unheard,
the bass, the tuba both create a base to paint with words.
guitar and harp both play the part of hiding word and voice.
the violin then starts to sing and covers every noise.
with diff'rent minds and diff'rent eyes, so many things you see.
but with an open ear you hear the hidden sound and plea
of one who wails and one who cries but hides the truth in song
for music covers everything the heart perceives as wrong.
shark attack. (^^^)
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