The Poet's Song

A poem is a song that our souls need to sing Written to the music our emotions bring The meloncholy tune that our spirit dreads Cause the words to sing that's inside our heads Through the poet's quill a poem finds its voice His paper made a stage for it doesn't have a choice The poet, just an instrument for the songs to play His muse writes the words, telling the poet what to say The poet finds the rhythm through the beat of his heart While doing his best to perfect his art The letters all audition while the music is made Praying to be the star when the song is played As the meloncholy tune starts to slowly die The poet knows the ending is now drawing nigh He lays down his quill that he's held so long The poet's finally finished with his poet's song