Notes flying ‘cross the page,
Singing hope and singing rage
Of how they plead to be free of the cage
And dance across the page.
Their cries and shouts, they are heard wrong
For people love to hear their song
They call it music all year-long
Though the song’s gone wrong.
The Notes’ suffering is given life,
No one can see their pain and strife
Relentlessly stabbed with a knife
Echoing pain and breathing life.
Delightful cheers are ringing through,
The Notes wish that somebody knew
What it was like from their point of view
Though they are seen right through.
A black spot upon the page,
That’s all they are, not in a cage
But we cannot see their outrage
For their freedom from the page.