He Who Hath No Music Hath No Soul

“He who hath no music hath no soul,"
It was a saying from one of our employees out of control.
My husband and I owned a business and did well,
But then one of our workers decided he would raise some hell.

Some of the machinists loved their music in the shop,
It made them happy, and we didn't tell them to stop.
But it became the war of the radios with a musical fight,
It was a battle each day waiting to ignite.

One day my husband had enough, and threw his hands in the air,
Then he left to stay on his boat, with no music to blare.
They had been warned, but took no heed,
So I gave them all a memo, with a no radio creed.

The next day I found notices plastered all over the place,
"He who hath no music hath no soul," was in every space.
I took down the signs and went on with work,
Even though I knew who did the handiwork.

That weekend the culprit decided to get even with me,
Livid with no music, he was as mean as could be.
He came to our house and lit a fire,
But lucky for us the flame expired.

He then skipped town and left the state,   
And the cops got word if he returned a cell would await!
I will always remember, "He who hath no music hath no soul…"
That guy risked going to jail for his rock n' roll!

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