Over 7 billion instruments make for occasional dissonance.
The people in the world are all strangers,
To one another’s separate pages,
If only we could read another’s book,
Maybe we’d give them a kinder look,
Each person you see,
Is living their own story,
Which to you,
May seem plain odd or boring,
But listen and look,
And ask around,
You’ll find new music,
Making its sound.
Not just your solo plays in the orchestra,
But every trumpet has its tune,
And the rumbling bass of the bassoon,
Makes life a song,
Not just your tune.