Music Maker Poems - Poems about Music Maker

...88 Keys Bass,middle, treble range. Piano, favorite instrument. Unique sound. Array of strings abound. Dust settles. Million songs created. 88 keys. Each sound is beautifully made. P......

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...Pinches country song so is Zirmerman Dylan deepning folk urban......

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...There's a sound of lightening; A raging storm; A pit vast in heat a fiery berm; Whatever happen to the music maker; The leader of the angelic choir; Now near the muck and mire; Who knows the lo......

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...Nimblest stick skims hit drum skin Bring submittance to my ears afore deafened Transmitted rhythm rips something Transcribes fusion to percussionless essence ......

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...Jampa further than Paris green enters the houses Otherwise Miami needs Jampa needs not say love me, mi ami PS Miami is similar to me ame , mi ami (love me......

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...Blessed Being : Blessed being is the artist with colorful images so easily painted upon bare canvas teaching us to view the world through beautiful eyes Blessed being is the writer w......

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...it up up high going to the sky lights glowing paper flowing non stop at the ball drop you hear pop pop crowds with corlorfull wear watch astare at the music maker and NEW YEARS EVA FLYI......

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...I really love all you who believe Doesn’t matter who you are, what you are Music comes from the music maker Believers have a special gift, They can hear the sound I have asked to believe, maybe......

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...The blizzard had past and with it the wind. In the sunshine she surveyed the rubble. She thought she should smile But snow made her shiver And the dream felt like something she couldn’t not f......

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...the music wind every breath of note Beethoven Heaven Some melodies to hold Imagine the Composer Making his songs like Wine Stir it up on the wash board with sugar The Sweetest ingredient is ta......

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...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......

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