The Pitch

It came as quite a shock
The day the music ceased to amplify

Radio turned to static
Streams all ran dry

Nature went on mute
Society missed the notes

Instruments untouched
Lyricist without anecdotes

Record players without needles
Cassettes all unwound

Walking through a wasteland
A world without sound

The silence is deafening
Quiet layed bare

No more distractions
When trapped in a soundproof lair

Reset the frequency
Fine tune the pitch

Scale back the noise
Allow harmony to exist

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