Oh, how quick we live — and noisily!
’Tis brief yet loud this tune we play.
Each our own cacophony.
Fast forward, hardly pausing
To hear the measure of our Life.
This elaborate composition
Of notes and rests, sharps and flats.
The strangest key,
In our unique Time.
This is The Score —
Penned for us to play,
Ne’er repeat,
Then end.
The final note — One, two, three beats,
Slow — slow — then rest.
Silence.
We take our bow and wonder —
How did we sound?