Music man

I once knew a music man, I can remember his calloused palms, his natural charm and how effortlessly he was lyrical The music man that I once knew, had a character like no other, he was quirky and original. I later learned this man of music had premeditated moves, rather slyly cynical. Maybe it was his dreamy eyes, mysteriously dark and mystical. They say love is blind but in this case, I believe my love was deaf As I danced along to his melody, of written verses critical I once thought I knew a music man, how presumptions of me and empirical. Was I just another catchy chorus of his, and to him typically predictable