Musically

To live without a melody Is little but a felony a guilty rhyme, asymphony beholds the truth in harmony a simple song in irony of words which are but ordinary. Scarlet red and ivory paints the colour ebony music is compulsory a beat is but it’s secrecy living life so solitary is living life impossibly. Stay in tune with memory a distant hum makes history a love which seems so dormitory in fact is a necessity.