It’s hard to catch the vast world’s tune;
it goes on so long:
it’s surprising when it begins to repeat
to know it well enough to like it.
Then, there’s the instrument I’m stuck with,
embarrassing for its narrow applicability.
Oh, well; here goes —
and I blow or strike or strum or sing
and accentuate the melody
or compensate with harmony
or engage in counterpoint
or remain silent, waiting for a dramatic
crash of symbols or discharge of canon
and, at some point, appropriately — artfully
add to life’s symphony.