A symphony can be played with a single note, or so I’m told

  A gallery constructed of a single painting

  A town of one building, a flight of one drink

  A sandwich of one slice of bread

  It’s easy, I’m told

  Or, well, not easy, but worth it

  But still, easy

  I don’t know, I hear a lot of things

  Anyway, I never made it work

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  I’m sure I was just doing it wrong, but it never

  Sounded right

  Looked right, tasted right, felt right

  Not even once

  I need more music than that

  More color, more life

  A harmony, not a cacophany

  A painting, not a blood splatter

  A home, not a house

  That’s also easy, I’m told

  Well, not easy, but worth it

  Like I said, I hear a lot of things

  This one is working