There's a distinctive instrument,
One of grieving musicians.
Their songs are beautifully dispirited,
Yet very few listen to the sound.
Some comprehend the melody,
As a call for assistance.
Others look at it as an act of attention.
The precision of the mechanism,
Is extremely meaningful to the instrumentalist,
It helps them to keep a grasp on life.
Without the music of the apparatus,
There is no handling problematical times.
As all composers do, these very special artists,
Face tremendous hatred of their symphonies.
