Music man
I once knew a music man, remembering his callous palms, he had natural charm and a gift to be effortlessly lyrical
This music man ,that I once knew, possessed such character like no other.
Many Quirks, his smirks and simultaneously original.
I later learned this man of music had premeditated moves, oblivious and in a trance, I missed the unforgivable.
A man of music ,set the tone , one of which coloured 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
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