Here's how it starts
The beating of hearts
The rhythm that's surely to rise
Yes, here's how it goes
The ebbs, then the throes
Of ecstasy's final surprise
It's not what you'd guess
It garnered no press
This crestfallen anthem sung 'round in the turns
A daft melody
As offered to thee
For whom it concerns
And here's where it leads
With trumpets and reeds
A fanfare of hearts as they tear
An epic motif
Of rhapsodic grief
Leaving its audience gasping for air
And drowning the cause
In silent applause
The maestro's the fool here who never learns
His flawed symphony
Is rendered for thee
To whom it concerns
And I'm seizing the day
All I wanted to say
Comes to me when I only let the song play
Is this how it ends?
The choir descends
Augmenting the point of diminished returns
This wistful lament
Could only be meant
For whom it concerns