Sunday, June 28, 2009
The Music Man
He sat by the shores of the uneasy ocean,
The music it played was symphony no.Heaven.
He was serenaded by the natures' composition,
Something he looked up for the inspiration.
The fire within him to make the world dance on his tunes,
For him is like painting the night blue.
His thoughts wandered everytime the waves hit him,
Should he dive or let the music die within him?
He had the music running through his veins,
He had the charms to make mermaids insane.
The soft angel voice enchanting every butterfly,
The music he played made the heart fly high.
The music that runs through this soul,
Reminds me that a dimond comes from coal.
Many dreams in the eyes of the young lad,
To make his life happy n family glad.
So many expectations,
And many depositions....
He still dives into the ocean,
Deeper and deeper with subtle commotions.
He fears for sometimes,
That he may be lost,
But,he knows he will settle in time.
Because the deeper the water,
The calmer they run.
Darker they may seem,
Their light is mightier than the sun
He will swim until he creates his own symphony
He will enchant until he makes history
He wont give up cos he is the music man of the century.
- ▼ 2009 (11)