Shattering the Counterpoint by Samantha Brown and Jeff McIntosh
Perhaps our bad days are merely good days in disguise.
Without the sweet sounds of your tangents, the longest night continued without end.
I could not hear your melody as I traversed the staff, out of time.
The notes were muddled in the onslaught of sound. No matter; we never yield to these temporary setbacks as we advance bar by bar to the final note.
The great crescendo has yet to be hit, as our pitches embrace, falling, lifting, and breaking in the counterpoint.
It goes like this; my third and your fifth, and from them is drawn the undeniable symphony.