The Master of the Rhyme

The Master Of The Rhyme This was inspired by comments made to me , by Great Poets Peter Duggan and Olive Guillermo And sung to the tune Phantom Of The Opera's "Music of The Night" by Andrew LLoyd Webber Words that rhyme well--- serve to show my passion Searching for the--- style that suits my fashion Everything I see--- Is a poem meant for me And I write it though it seems to be sublime I truly am the master of the rhyme While I’m sleeping--- in my mind come creeping Filled with laughter--- mystery and weeping Like an artist with his brush---I am filled with such a rush And it paints a picture deep inside my mind I wonder if I’m Master of the rhyme Do you know who’s the Master of all known words Do you know when he comes or where he goes As He writes with my hands and through my soul Whether it be a rhyme or it be prose Written words--- start forming innuendoes Join and bond--- then rise like a crescendo When I awake I find--- this happens every time I am just the name that must be signed For I am not the Master of the rhyme As I sit here staring at the empty page He whispers in my ear again I don’t know where the poem’s going to go But, when I start the words begin to flow Is It God, and is He on the level Cursing me, as If I were the devil Cause once I start to rhyme---the words begin to chime Like a bell--- keeps ringing in my mine He truly is the Master of the Rhyme He alone holds the blessing---I make mine For I am just a servant of the Rhyme