What is it that makes life worth living?
Is it all the bragging, fussing, struggle and winning?
What makes us enjoy life as is?
That thing that adds that necessary whizz
Our stories are decided by a series of key moments
The symphony, ruled by the movements of a conductor
The musicians playing his music without flaw or shudder
The melody is without care or condolence
It is as is. Perfect and flawless
We enjoy the concert for our favorite moments
Those that take us into a realm of its own
Is that what makes the concert worth watching?
Do we not attend it for the entire show?
Us people live life like a simpleton in a concert
We believe that our lives are worth living for the crescendos
When it is in fact the soft violin that plucks at the strings of our hearts
Yet we do not see nor hear the violinist in our lives
All of us, foolish and unwise
Enjoy the concert for what it is
The moments of despair and the moments of bliss
We need those silences to highlight our crescendos
Appreciate your violins and pianos
Before you know it, your show will have come to a close
