He's quite the musician, that one is
He likes to play his guitar strings
First one by one then all together
And if you come too close you'll hear him sing
He's a great musician, that one is
But no one knows his skill
For years he's hidden it behind
Those handsome smiles and his good will
What a fine musician, that one is
A prodigy if I ever saw one
No one ever taught him how to play an instrument
But we all knew when he was done
He's not a gentle musician, that one is
He breaks his instruments when he's through
Once the performance has satisfied him
He may as well trod them under his shoe
He's such a talented musician, that one is
What an astounding virtuoso
I wanted to hear his type of music
So I stayed for the concerto
What a captivating musician, that one is
He had me under a spell
The concert he gave was enchanting
But it didn't end well
Such a skilled musician, that one is
His melodies lured me in
But I didn't see all the broken instruments
Trailing behind him
He's quite a clever musician, that one is
For I equaled one of many guitar strings
He played us one by one, then all together
And I didn't know until I made him sing
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Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
