The beauty and complexity
From a few simple words cause calamity
Separate they mean little
Together they need just like strings of the fiddle
Each note means
What it's intended to mean
But when they join together
The song has meaning a new
So no longer is the sky clouded but blue
Darkness is present
But is bent
For the fiddler plays a fiddle under sky of blue
The notes in his song sing 'I love you'