Banana Peel Symphony

Hopping down a boulevard, yellow peel on pavement hard. Four paws up,

I'm airborne now. Tumbling through the how and how. Crash through doors I didn't see

into rooms of machinery. Knobs and faders everywhere. Landed in a

swivel chair. One slip and suddenly there's a whole geography of buttons lighting

up for me. Accident and symphony. Who knew falling could create something that sounds

this great? Banana peel, you changed my fate. Now I've got

a mixing plate. Ears are twitching, listening close to the hum of what I

broke. Microphones on every wall. Speakers tall, I feel so