Music Unheard

No one else can hear the music  I hear
For the sound I want they seem to have no  ear
All I need is more of me
Cause only I can see
The music as it truly should be 
Trying to create the music,without selling my soul
Making it pure and from the heart,  has always been my  goal
Other members seem to want  to change my point of view
Always Thinking I should find someone new
In the form of people I should been four
A group of me , playing to the people dancing on the floor
Then it would always be the music that I hear in my head
But who do I do find instead
Those that are thinking that with them, I could turn my music into gold
But I take a look at them and see their souls have already been sold 
Just wanting to add their own touch
But they never seem to see that they add to much
We end up fighting over the music  and  always end up going our  separate ways
Trying to create with others  never works or pays
I need a group  of me in a four man band
Cause I'm the only one that seems to understand
The music playing in my head
To have anyone else try , fills me with dread. 
It would be a band of only me
Playing up there for everyone to come and see
But the owner would  probably end up wanting  me to play there for free
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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