A Note’s Cry

Listen closely to the notes of old

And you shall see how expressive and bold

Perhaps it shall tell of a soul long sold

Or a heart that has since shattered and turned cold

Listen to the horrid gliss I beg

Something so sinister it shall crack an egg

Your ears may be pierced, that in itself is fine

So long as you keep in mind every note in line

A serenade could beckon to feelings of ancient

That shall swirl around your throat like a captivating fragrant

Do you hear the fallen within these tunes

Where devastated souls all gather to commune

Perhaps you can almost hear the travel of the feather

But it cannot be interrupted or penetrated, resembling a bond of leather

As the ink continues to taint the paper and it's purities

For the sake of the composer's remedies

Sometimes with a good ear you can fortell

The turmoil that captivates the writer and that sends them to Hell

Perhaps you can tell clearly like the edge of a knife

That this person would likely end their own life

Do you you hear the fallen within these tunes?

Do you hear the despair that came with the noon?

Nay, I shalln't lie

I can hear the note's desperate cry