And art is in the eyes of the beholder,
So I guess music is in the ears of the beholder,
To some a racket,
To others sweet harmony,
Left by the music maker,
For you to decide,
Left for you to judge and interrupt.
He,
The music maker,
To me,
May represent something different then you.
To me,
The music is life,
How it may be a racket,
A thorn in your side,
Or sweet harmony,
A pillar to stand on,
But remember this,
Whatever if,
It is all in your hands,
The decision is yours.
To judge life,
Is it a thorn,
Stopping you from living?
Or is it a pillar,
Helping you to stand strong?
Life to live,
Life to die,
Which is yours?