One Note

One note

No matter how pure

How perfectly sustained

Is not a song

A brick is not a wall

A sturdy roof beam

Doesn’t make a home

And isn’t that

The best?

To know the next note

And the next

Will weave together 

Into song and story,

Symphony

That mortar and more bricks

Placed by many 

calloused hands

Will build the walls

That hold the roof

That make the home

Where we sing the song

Together