Music

An expression of soul,
A reliever of grief.
A destroyer of melancholy,
A warrior of the obbligato.
Harmonic weapons,
Of wood and steel.
Fighting with the staccato,
Melodious the battle,
The arpeggio rages on.
In a fierce octave,
And a strong legato,
The melancholy is no more.
The song has been sung,
The battle is won.