The Rythm that we see

There were nights that got bigger

As the orchestra opened its arms

And read out its verses for all confirming

the musicians opting for different paths

does not agree that people are grateful

For they can’t find where they went wrong.

 

The organs pulling music from their gut

Rattles over their choice of Beethoven or Bach

Whispering their choices as if it is their life

That holds them painfully close to the heart

But does not care if people are grateful

For they can’t find where they have gone wrong.

 

They may favor a player or two

But the music is present in all

Next time it may not be their turn

They might end up burning like a moth

It doesn’t matter if people are grateful

For they cannot find where they are wrong.

 

All the efforts that are regularly made

For an audience that has genuinely stayed

Pushes hush and bump in the silence

Are worth the desired notes being played though,

musicians do not care if the audience is grateful

For, many cannot find where they have gone wrong.

 

It is almost as if a theatre in rythm

swinging its arms to prove to its hosts

The percussionist here a horn playing there

conversing with their lyrics and notes

making them not care if the audience is grateful

For, many cannot even find where they go wrong.

 

The mood changes so do emotions in the brain

Running high on the horse of vocals

Just as blood flow from young genius veins

defying their age with rythm of confidence

As they do not care if anyone is grateful

For many cannot find where they did go wrong!

 

 

 

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