Brandon’s Harmony
Lines and spaces, accidentals, treble clef, with notes and rests;
Slowly curling around the center, twists and turns bring added zest;
Starting out as point in center, others gather, growing out;
’Till what once was just a family, grows like topsy round about.Without lines there'd be no spaces; without frame no place to know
Where symbolic notes of music flow from start, to high? To low?
Without rests we'd all be humming one great flow of constant sound;
Without accidentals coming, limits keep us common bound.Brandon grows like swirling music, up and down in freshened shapes;
New arrivals bring new rhythms, melodies new voices make;
“Discord has now come upon us,” say some people with despair –
Rather, counterpoint they bring us, harmonizing Scottish air.navigation