My life is a note made of notes wrote on notes,coating that part of me,making a symphony deep in the heart of me,notes and the keys which play as they please and anyway play as they do and when they are through with the score ,two notes more and two more after that,two sharp and B flat.I am slave to the staves and the music sheet saves me for one more light symphony.
Her fingers then play me,give life and then slay me and melodies lay me to rest.