What 'notes' of life?

Answer follows - Copyright is damn well mine :)

Words

Here I stand, in love's own pain.

Beneath dark clouds that partake in the rain.

My heart but searing, my self but slain.

Oh! Why these words? Oh! Why refrain?

As unseen as the sounds of a fife

Yet stinging to tears with their strife.

Mere scratches on paper, on pain so rife.

Still songs of birth and notes of life.