I am a little note, A voiceless sound. Until I am embrace life, I shall stay bound. But lend me to an artist and then you shall see, How he'd mix me with his mayhem so a symphony I can be. But if I wished, then I could be a patriot's song; the anthem you people would sing, but that won't be for long. Because the next time you hear I'll be a melancholic tone, tearing your heart apart, as you stare at walls alone. Or I could be a joyous rhythm to make your soul smile, or to make you tap your feet and forget the world for a while. For I am just a note; you thoughts, I can vocalize. Deciphered only by the heart and not the brain of someone wise.