Solo

I am but a quarter

Only worth a beat

I'm average among the staff

With but one leg and no feet.

Short and to the point

But sometimes falling flat

My friends are few but plenty

Unless our time is cut in half.

And if you don't pick me up

I start with a measure of one

But beware the hovering eye

You must hold me until I'm done.

The croc below may cause a shout

So be sure of the right key

Carry me pure and keep the time

My worth, it pulses the beat.

My world is black and white

But my job is vibrant with color

I'll take your breath away

Until you reach a rest to recover.

I'll help you read between the lines

You'll learn to love my FACE

I'll stay in my lane on the track

And help you finish the race.