Stay your madness.
It does occur to me that the bowling ball leads a Sisyphean existence, and a metaphor for the lives of humans can be found there. Were I more creative, I might consider writing a piece of music to the effect of "Portrait of the Artist as a Bowling Ball."
Got this one covered. Solo on ball and pins in B Minor.
Ahem.
THUD rumblerumblerumblerumble CRASH! CLATTER CLATTER clatter clatter... (uh, teetering pin sound?)..... clatter.
Exeunt.
Applause.
(I know nothing about music)
(I know nothing about music)
Neither do I, but I like it!