The Musician

The Musician I need a singer, to sing me a song; Anytime of the day, I will need her love. I need her beauty, to shine as she sings; Or I need to hear her scream in sympathy. My eternal sunshine, you look divine, Beneath the light that shines, to show me your smile. My love is yours to behold, my life. I allow you to see through me; to see inside. To see what is real; Like the pain I feel without you near. I wish this heart would pick a new career; Because it is useless at love; it’s like me - a loser. All I ask for, is you to sing a song I choose; A rock song, a reggae number, An indy tune, rap, comedy or something other; Like a poem I wrote, after having a smoke. My poetry has rhythm, so any poem could become a song…almost. But if you find a song of mine you like; Take it within your soul, for the rest of your life. For I shall always write another, For it is my hobby, my job, my love, my career. So I pray you hear the words I speak; For one day I could write the words for you to sing. If you understand me, Then be with me. Read all my poetry and songs… If you want to know the real me. (C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.