The cadence of life is nothing if not volatile,
Up and down,
Like a chaotic sheet of music,
Written by a madman,
Our music changes over the years,
The harmonies slowing and hastening,
Different inflections falling upon our voices,
The frantic and shrill woodwind solos,
Incidents and triumphs,
Or slow rumbling percussion,
Dullness and anxiety,
It’s an unpredictable monster of a song,
We breath ever on,
Riding the scales along the melody,
The composition goes on,
And ever on.
WorldofHarley 
great writing ❤
I always try my best! 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin
I read somewhere that music is the soundtrack of our lives…great poem.
I couldn’t possibly argue with that statement my friend! Thank you so kindly. 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
My pleasure. 🙂💜