The chair stood silent, unmusical and bare,
No melody or rhythm could it share.
Discordant and out of tune, it remained,
Harmony and symphony, it disdained.
The orchestra played on, a beautiful composition,
While the chair sat still, in silent opposition.
Its dissonance and cacophony, a stark contrast,
To the beauty of the music, unsurpassed.
But despite its lack of musicality,
The chair remained a symbol of stability.
A steadfast presence in a world of sound,
A quiet reminder to keep both feet on the ground.