MUSIC ME
There's no escaping the music notes of my surroundings.
I can hear the past telling my present how my future is sounding.
I take in the orchestrated stage of my symphony…
Maybe Beethoven's manifesto was to decorate my scenery.
Treble… Bass…Clef… we have plenty more musicals left.
My brain depends on the playing of your instruments.
Seconds… Minutes…Days…and other eternal increments.
I willingly share these collected lines of song…
My next wave of musical octaves won't be too long.
A,B,C,D,E,F,G…..That's music! "Music Me."