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.