• The music of life is played by no insrtument
    and Sung by no voice
    But is a sheet of unique notes

    We are the notes
    Each has a distinct sound
    But all together it is a song to die for

    But right now our sheet is being torn,
    And forgotten, There are ink stains everywhere
    And only we can fix it

    Because without each and every note
    The song would never be heard with it's,
    Original true Beauty