The Song.
The Grand piano that became the tool; the melody not needing a stool;
Then suddenly the music with a twist; the song that was similarly this;
Words became a choir; the audience with desire;
Symphony and harmony coming together; the movement of notes acted as
an float;
Music maker theirs; the orchestra with the flair;
As the ivories began to sizzle; it was the tempo with the fizzle;
As the spotlight was on; the music in the story that was long;
The urge to sing; the voice with a sting;
Instruments the thing; I was born to sing;
Harmony in the presence; it was the words in the sentence;
Music of meaning; the wisdom with understanding;
Notes in the music; play by play in character;
Louder the sound; I was rebound;
My whole life was turned around;
Music from the heart; my life from the start.
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