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This is me being a music nerd. Other music nerds feel free suggest additions to the story. 🙂

One day in a small ode far away
Some phrases discovered a young beat was gone

They took great measures to uncover the sequence of events
That led to this sad mode
The various movements came together in a great show of unity and harmony
Expressing in sympathetic vibrations what no words could say
Inquiries were made into the dynamics of the fateful day:
They spoke to those wearing staccato heels
And those taking legato steps;
Those with strange accents
And accidental homes;
The staid old tenutos and young sforzandos;
Those with anxious tempos
And those taking a ritardando;
The small fragments wishing they were arias.

But no one knew what played out
The day the beat went missing
And all despaired that the rhythm would ever be regained

Documents were signed with the time and date
And locked up with keys
All the notes huddled in their clefs
And gathered in chords

But soon only a fading melody remained
Of the great music they had sung
Before the young beat went missing