Everyone listens to the same song,

Always have.

We crescendo together,

We ritardando together;

Same key,

Same time,

Arpeggios in unison;

In beautiful harmony

Reading the same score.


But now you all look on me with disdain.

You cover your children's ears,

Close their eyes to the sheets

Because I have changed the composition.

I didn't go minor or major;

I didn't suddenly increase my tempo,

Or even pick an entirely different piece to perform.

All I did was add a dot above a note.

I am hated for my staccato,

But I don't care.

My melody is magnificent and graceful,

It's resounding and glorious.