Always stumbling through our ballad,
Like the ebonies and ivories
of a keyboard
life merges into one clef.
Only to hear the remains of the chorus.
Accidentals rule supreme like
chaos rules the void.
But a calm follows the storm.
Only to realize it is the rest of the eye.
Like a waltz life has its steps
with its music dictating the tempo.
Only to find itself offkey
as a decrescendo on the scale of time.
Slowly and sharply the beat grows altissimo
as everyday brings a new challenge.
Losing time, life drags to a flat codetta.
Only to escape through the pizzicato of spontaneity.
The monotonous thump of a metronome
echoes through life.
As Apollo’s lyre brings affetti to life.
Only to see the end of the concerto that is life.
Grand as it may seem
the arietta of life comes to a pianissimo a coda,
as the orchestra lowers their instruments.
Only the dolente note of a clarinet is heard
as the last breath of life disappears into the void.