without accompaniment I swerve askew off key
the melody distort in an a cappella aria
yet sweetly I can sing with some small support
so for many others too
alone creating dissonance daily
sharp and flat in cacophony
jangle out of tune, discordant in tone
hearing naught but anthems they themselves have writ
as each strain strains above the din
still some sing true and find their melody alone
making jazz above a sea of jumbled notes
not me, I have not the skill or wit to scat so
I am but a small voice piping in emptiness
searching for a band with whom I find harmony
so we may swell our song together
and write a symphony in sympathy forever
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