Unrecorded

My life is a story without the words, a music song of unwritten chords. A melody I choose to sing, tunes I hear that sometimes ring. My collection of rhyme, tells the absence of time. Feelings expressed in a lyric, so others can hear it. My anger held in a note, volume controlled by remote. The years pass in one bar, with lessons that I've learned so far. I play my song, without a right or wrong. My verse I hope will never end, this experience will soon transcend.