Our Music Poem by Nikho Schin valle

Our love's music has ended;
The notes are no longer needed,
The tone is quite sorrowful;
The symphonies felt awful,
The lyrics knows no harmony;
It made our love song quite lonely,
Although the strings that holds were gold;
The instruments were quite old;
Leading to beats that were off;
Resulting to songs that are aloof,
We can never make a hit;
So the label must admit defeat,
Music is something you can never see;
Just like the us that can never be.