Air crawls desperately towards its peak.
Always changing the notes design.
Looking for a place to reside and speak,
the ears form the shape sounding just fine.
This air provides more than life despite
the ease with which some will cry out.
All may use it for their deeds; day to night.
Some better that others soon worn out.
Altering reality when its life is completed,
never to be heard the same way in tones.
For its life is but a glimmer when deleted,
echoing remnants hum inside our bones.
So onward we strive and so take heed.
For their is no one alive or more in tune,
then one who uses theirs to succeed.
While others look on with wonder and swoon.