Let me tell you a tale
A story of the girl
With wind in her lungs
And clarinet on her hands
She began to play
But with chaotic rhythm
And out of tune notes
And disastrous melody
She tried harder
She tried to play better
But it isn't getting better
That's when you met her.
Then, you asked her
"Why do you play?"
She answered, "I don't know."
"Let me be the reason why," you say.
Then, with clarinet in her hands
And wind in her lungs
She played
And played
It was the most beautiful melody
Everyone has ever heard
With the rhythm that both of your hearts beat
She played song that enthralled every soul
But then, you decided to leave
With painful goodbye
And much more painful reasons
"Why did you enter my life,
When you had no intentions to stay?" she asks
But she found no answer
That is when she played the saddest melody
She wept through her notes
And bled through her songs
When she asked herself why she plays
She's lost for words
