Classic Poem

Oft in the midst of music rare
Comes a break in the fluent air;

Seeming dissonances creep
Into the chords once tender, deep.

But, as the deft musician plays
On to the end, the music strays

Back to harmonies that are meet,
Making the whole a thing more sweet.

So, from the strings of the harp of life
Notes may be struck with discord rife;

But when the air is played, you see
They were a part of the melody.