The complex rhythm of life plays hard

And disappoints as much as it beguiles,

Or brings a sadness and only fleeting happiness to those

Who trip its accidentals.

But sometimes that music,

Streamed from gifted heads,

Captured and then scored

Has the magic to transform

Even bleakest moments,

To reverse the curse of time

And in its sweet progressions

Bring triumph over pain.


For we, in whom the sadness now abounds,

Well understand just why the music sounds.