

The Music _edited 1_the piano plays musicians are slaves to the music within their own soul passion increasesThe Music _edited 1_
they cannot contain lyrics that make them all whole notes will rise and fall
music conveys more than mortals say never blind their heart as lyrics are an end only musicians always find


a poem in progress 01Lost in a world of pleasure and pain Sanity is becoming insane. Watching the grip slowly slip On the reality that continues to drip From the bottle cracked and broken. Dropped away like words misspoken. Prayer dies in the wind that blows Life that comes always goes. Pessimism a friend living through the eyes Seeing through hope as it lies.a poem in progress 01


The MusicThe piano plays Musicians are slaves To the music within Their soul. The passion buildsThe Music
They cannot contain The lyrics that make Them whole. Notes will rise as Music conveys More than mortals say Open your mind. The heart in the lyrics Bring feelings of completion That only music lovers Will find.
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