What do you do when the stars shoot
From the sky’s root, do you pursue?
I joined the queue, different route
From the first hoot that came with clue.
We played a good note from the start
Fingers and heart I understood
Hurts I withstood created the cart
Pain turned my art like a carved wood.
Cups need refill to keep pouring
The yang, the ying must remain still.
Hate the love till the feelings sting
Trust only strings, do it with skill.