I am a tune


I am a tune, itself a harmony
within a broad and never ending song
so I must play my melody
whether it proves short or long.

I make my noise within life’s orchestra,
and ride the rollercoaster score
not letting others silence me:
I sing both soft and loud and nothing more.

Since I don’t know where my tune leads
I can’t allow another to conduct,
or try and quell or swell the rhythmns
for I do not compose - I just construct.

And my tune falters when I grip
too hard along my stave, anticipate
predicting wrongly - an arrogance.

The tune I live is not what I create.