The latest ***** ballad,
Is learned but in a day,
So natural is the melody,
That leads a soul astray.
The ensemble, ..it progresses,
A crescendo’s on the way,
Each man’s key is identical,
As if all were “born to play.”
And yet I still take note of,
A tune, less oft’; more true,
As rare as its own innocence,
And performed by very few.
A beat now out of rhythm,
A chord struck out in vain,
Spare my heart’s ear..that listens,
Fearing it won’t hear again.