The perfect clef is in love with an imperfect instrument
You are unchanging and sharp; a cliff(clef) written with a balance, the middle of the sea(c) —in direct center with a sonic perfect sun; which all music radiates from— directly aligns in your middle with rigid lines of precision symmetrically following
I am imperfect yet. I read and know you, learn you more each day, and follow you to the best of my ability. Although I have trouble speaking and projecting, saying what I want to. The economics of the way I am make me prone to falling flat, tension, injury. I’m an imperfect instrument, following your perfection
(IM AWARE THIS IS SO CRINGY but this came to me in a dream and I have no one else to share it with. So I must subject you to it as well)