A story about a band

In a world where echoes fill the void,
Where silence speaks, but is rarely enjoyed,
There’s a band that plays with a tender touch,
Known far and wide as Just Enough.

With strings that weep and drums that dance,
Each note they play, not left to chance,
They craft their songs with care and such,
A balance fine, they are Just Enough.

Not too loud to drown the thought,
Nor too soft to be forgot,
In every melody, a comforting clutch,
Their music’s embrace, Just Enough.

From stages small to crowds vast,
Their harmonies in memories cast,
With every chord, they gently brush,
The souls of many, as Just Enough.

In a world of excess and of less,
They find the middle, eschew the stress,
With every tune, they seem to hush,
The noise of life, as Just Enough.

So here’s to the band with the magic touch,
Whose presence alone is a soothing crutch,
May their journey be smooth, not too tough,
Forever remembered as Just Enough.