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!