GUITAR GIRL
the music of the dance,
love in her glance-
to her true love,perchance?
JUG GIRL
a maid,unafraid
innocence..
displayed
LUTE GIRL
her tune,picked by ear
brings forth a tear-
yet draws us near
BALANCE GIRL
a delicate touch
frozen in time-
a story in mime
SINGING GIRL
the singers or her song
forever to us belong-
picture music vivant
THINKING GIRL
think on,think long
thought,her everyday song
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The rage inside my broken heart is rising.
The fight I maintain is weak.
Tears fall as I sing.
My music is strong, but I am meak.
I will not give up hope though.
No matter whatt it takes to stay on top, I'll do.
I'll perform and give you the very best show.
My music holds the pieces together like glue.
The sound of my guitar will drive you crazy,
The beat of my drums will make you high,
The pitch of my voice makes your thinking hazy;
Me all together takes you to the sky.
I see that you try to help in the fight;
Together we can beat this
If we give it all our might.
I overcame this with just one kiss.
From the sound of my music
You will be lifted;
All of your thoughts will be shifted.
Just think of this tune as a drug,
Something that will addict you,
Not something that will go away with just one shrug.
A medication that is okay for you to do,
It will take you higher.
My music will lift your spirit,
Make you feel shyer,
And no one can steal it.
The conch shell decorates the chest
With the ocean resounding in its soul
As the distinguished maestro plays his best
Soft, low, and inviting just to test
Which music touches the soul
The conch shell decorates the chest
While the cobalt blue waters of the ocean crest
The violin gently held and bow softly pulled
As the distinguished maestro plays his best
The gray hair and beard show his years stressed
But his love only sees his great gift while
The conch shell decorates the chest
That under the open window sits at rest
Sun shining on that bay as the violin music drifts astray
As the distinguished maestro plays his best
While his love just a room away dances and sways
To the music that touches her soul this day
The conch shell decorates the chest
As the distinguished maestro plays his best
(This is written from a picture that is on James Fraser's web site. I have his permission to
use the picture for my write. Thanks James.)
(The word maestro here means: a master of any art.)
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