The Song Of Your Own

This is a song,  a composed musical piece. 
But can you hear it? 
Can you see it on the paper? 
How has ink told its tale - how has a pen been a tool for an art? 

There's no same melody for your song and mine, nor we share the same lyrics. 
I cannot hear your story in its grandeur and you cannot hear mine.

You see, its notes are the cries of your heart and its lyrics are your deepest wishes, all echoing in you.

You are the songwriter, the poet and the song itself.
The masterpiece.