Emerson Hardin

Sometimes it's hard to explain

What a melody does to the brain

But we have to accept it, or otherwise fail

In collecting the memories, underneath the veil

Sometimes we can't comprehend what makes us unkempt

And other times the melodies fill us with tempt

For there was never something so sweet as a song

To play on apparatus as beautiful and strong

Like the bond between hand and mind

It is with these intruments that we can now bind.