The legato stream stretches on and on without error
Nothing changes, for now
Birds chirp their perfect scale
You ask why, a better question how
The staff, a wonder, you ponder
Following a line of perfect synchronicity
The chord of the sky it plays
With the trees in perfect harmony
The tempo QUICKENS
The water changes it's 3/4 time
Nothing will bring it back
The birds change their tune into something dark
The composer, laughs
The staff has you jumping from place to place
Like a treasure hunt, without a map
The wind plays its final chord
The song, has run its last lap
As the diminuendo falls from where it came
It might seem strange, albeit creepy
Just remember what I said to you
Don't
Always
Play
The
Melody
As
It
Need
Be
