Like a discordial symphony,
A blessed cacophony
Of life and all that it brings,
Melodic at times
Flying off the handle
As if it has got wings.
The notes play themselves
For the music is always within you
Just Surrender to your feelings
Of trying to be in control
And let it flow.
Love will cure all
Is just a myth to be debunked,
For when you are ready
To be pulled out of your funk.
Every fleeting moment will pass,
Before the rage takes over
And turns you into a psychopath,
In the end when the heart takes cover
And you realize
That everything comes back to jazz.