My Art
Music is not my passion,
But I have other songs to share.
I can’t use oils and canvas,
But with my pen I have a flair.
The stanzas are my choruses.
Through my poems my soul doth soar.
My baton the metered beat;
The design shows forth the score.
The words are my artist pallet.
The lines are painted hues sublime.
Lovely colors do I paint.
My stroke is seen in the rhyme.
O listen to my music
Hear the pretty songs I sing.
Play again the lovely stanzas
And the ballads that I bring.
See the delicate brush strokes
And the paintings that I share.
See the delicate scenescapes
And the mem’ries pictured there.
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