The Depressed Composer
In a note, in a thousand dots
In a row, a few lines,
Can this creator create a tone,
To hit the right spots, by soft and hard strokes-
Making the depression begone?
The composed rhythm to cancel out
All this gloom, that in the mind is so loud.
It's loud and quiet!, I have no power to move,
Feed my ears, oh dear hands!
With this lovely tune.
Banish this depression won't you?
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