Monotone in each “Black and White” key
Yet, either natural, flat or sharp
Confined within an octave, from A to G
In any keyboard, strings or harp
Orderly and perfect in its pitch
Producing its characteristic sound
In repetition it’s plain noise, albeit rich
Hardly any value to be found
Guided by a metronome, at the cue of a “Conductor”
Seemingly chaotic, notes jump out in magical harmony
Escaping fingers of the Master
Creating music for many
Without an instructor or a visionary
Precarious collision of noisy notes could be consequential
While Order is obligatory
Chaos is essential
Sriks (Who else?) 