Dead Note

I designed notes to craft the beauty of one’s emotions My notes were left on a deaf ear Surely my arrival was not welcomed For the silence irritated my generosity I was welcomed with an open microphone And accompanied, by the sound of my foot steps As I rose to the stage I felt like I was stared by a flock of owls Noting my every move I barely introduced myself I felt like a wave of an uncalculated frequency was affecting my brain I ended up repeating things like an amnesia patient By a slip of a tongue I left a dead note And yet still today wonder what I said