A man takes a cord and makes a sound. he can make the sound of music; or he can make......the sound of death. He takes his guitar and strums a cord or two; then he takes a cord from his piano and puts it around his neck to sing his last song, a love song..on lovers day. A man's love can be his downfall his passion, his death his music, his spell his life, his curse. A man's friends can be his death- in one direction towards a momentary joy, a lifetime of pain. This man, a music man, a cord, a failed love, a couple of bad friends on a friday night to show him a thousand kingdoms in one spin over and over and over again.....and a cord unbroken. Let the music play. Those who know the music mans' song were too afraid to sing it. Its lyrics were none of their business. So he sang it the only way his so-called friends had taught him to sing it. He made the sound and his music played as he sang the song of the cord around his neck. Let the music play. Mkhaya lo'