On the tender strings of emotions
with our thoughts as a bow
Many a tune has been played.
We are ourselves the musicians
but our thoughts flow
through many events
and words that were said.
The heart reflects the timbre,
the nerves, through conscience, the pitch,
but we ourselves are the musicians
who decide if it's to be poor or rich.
When we cry and bemoan our failures,
and our lives are in desperation,
we, ourselves, are the musicians
in charge of the orchestration.
Life is a sheet of music
so come, let us play,
Tender or hard, sweet yet quick,
It can sound like a rhapsody;
But we must the rules obey
and play it in harmony.

Magne O. Rön, 1976.
RESONANCE.