As children, most all of us
Exclusively listen to short, soft songs,
In G major with endings that
Resolve.

They have a chorus, and
A verse, and they are pleasant to hear,
And we laugh and giggle and sing
Along.

But as we grow up, we listen
To the dissonance. We appreciate the
Disharmony and the
Unresolved.

We appreciate the disharmony
In the sounds, in each other, in around us;
We learn to love the dysfunction between
Us.

Because the world, nor anything
Of it, will ever be perfect. But we have to
Learn to appreciate it, and be ****** up by
It.

And though it wont always sound
Like magic, because sometimes we are
An E chromatic seventh, I still choose to love
You.