Listen to the music.
Find what notes to add
In consonance or dissonance
With joyful melodies or sad,
But cadences are always
Left somewhat incomplete.
The phrases stretch beyond ourselves
In measures we will never meet.
I often think in musical terms, and this poem focuses on using a musical metaphor to reflect our lives. It makes the point that our choices and actions (the notes we add) contribute something to the overall harmony of the world, or clash with it. It also points out that, while our part in the symphony will end, the music will continue on - hopefully enriched in some way by what we offered.
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