Never could figure out a B flat from a C sharp,
Ear lunker that I am.
Strings to be played ape Tarzan’s yodeling cry
As he swings from branch to branch pounding his chest.

Musicality raises a bedeviling head.
Like fingernails on a chalk board,
Tongues hurl discordant, lemon-sucking distaste at those notes.
Ice crystal chords that tinkle haphazardly from a frozen eave. 

Then I listen to Stevie.
Fear plucking the strings again.
A Nelson Riddle not to be solved.
Perhaps biting the strings might be a better solution.
Plink or plunk.
Was that a B flat?
No one can be sure.