To See A Note

It is the mother who is not, and
The father who forgot.
It is the friends that have
Long since perished;
it is the comfort we all
Desperately cherish.
It is the melody that
Must be seen by
Listening to its remedy.
It is brilliant and vibrant with
Colors only black and white.
Put simply, it is complex and
Carries on through day and night.
It makes rich the poor man
And brings joy to those
Who wished they ran. It is
You mentor, brother, sister,
And confidant. It is
The music we so dearly
Need and want.