If I were a note,
What note would I be?
Would I be a high one
Or plain middle C?

To be high on the scale
And tickle your ear,
Or easy to reach
And always held dear.

Maybe if I
Were played on the left
You’d hear me more clearly
Even when deaf.

How could I pick?
Each note is a pleasure.
Ever so rich
Each is a treasure.

So I will not choose
But take them all in.
For to be just one note
Would be such a sin.

To be all the tones
All blended but free,
That is the sound
I choose to be.