Joplin Sell Poet Free verse

The Music Maker

I am a poet!
My pencil whistles my tunes,
And the ones who listen,
Are the ones who learn.
Nobody can tell me,
“That is a stupid song!”
I take the notes of this world,
The eighth,
The quarter,
The half,
And the whole.
I record them,
And play each harmony over,
As the background music,
In everyone’s life.

I am a conductor!
The master of the bands,
Telling all pianos,
To tune their keys.
As the chorus girls sing,
And the choir boys blow,
I wave my wand,
And direct the flow,
A swing,
A march,
A waltz,
And a tango.
These beats I compose,
By drumming the paper,
So the operas, the ballads,
And anthems are set free.

I am a poet,
The music maker of the world!

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