Music

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.