The notes flow from the world
Into the composers mind
Then onto the paper
Then the paper is shipped all over the world
For people everywhere to enjoy
As I am sitting there
Watching as the papers get passed around
The flutes, trumpets, and saxophones
Then the clarinets
From person to person
Until it finally gets to me

A single sheet of paper
My friend next to me
Deeply inhales the smell
She’s always doing that
I just smirk and then look
At my paper so neat
So straight and clean
Filled with lines
And dots
And triangles pointing
All different directions

I remember when I first
Saw a paper like this
Its symbols looking
Like a foreign language
I had no idea
That I would feel like I do now
Back in my chair I study the paper
Just like you always told me
I remember STARS

I will always remember
Then I looked up
And you weren't there
And something in my heart broke
Some strange man was in your place
But the show must go on
So I played
Tapping my foot
Keeping the beat
Even after the piece was complete
Keeping the beat in my heart