By Benjamin Shapiro 
​Life is discordant notes
Forced into measures

The composer who wrote

Hiding many treasures. 

A symphony of senses

In four quarter time,

Unbound by fences

With a six flat key sign. 

Complicated, but plain,

A child could play, 

Notes dropping like rain

On a sun-shiny day. 

Variations improvized

In an orderly fashion

Themes individualized

Directed by passion. 

We are all movements

In the opus of life,

Each note is a moment, 

A chance to be blithe. 


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