Notes

I thought one day that you might know the score
And understand it, note by note. You know
I cannot read the music, so before
I sing my way around it I must go
To those who can; and so I went to you.
You messed about a bit, and spoke to me
Of intervals and octaves, what to do
When I was flat, which I would often be,
How to correct a false note to a true,
And how the pauses in the lyrics fit
Into the music; when I was ready to
We sang together, and we mastered it.
It was a shock, on top of everything
To later on discover you can't sing.