Music's Servant Or Master? Poem by Patricia Williams

Let the room disappear and sink into the mirror
The image is reversed and you need not fear
Life gets complicated and sometimes reversed
No matter how much you dared and rehearsed
You put your dreams out there and step on a stage
You will face appreciation or sometimes rage
You are judged with every note every inflection
Sometimes with approval and sometimes rejection

You are just introverted enough to look within
Judging yourself harsher than any man can
Is your voice crystal clear or clouded slightly?
Do you attack the song or sneak up lightly?
Know the songs emotions reveal the soul
Did down deep, let ripping it out be your goal
Love what you do, consider it a precious gift
Know that it can give mankind a hearty lift

If you become a person who is appreciated
For the voice and the music you are fated
The words and the notes make up a song
Your interpretation can be right or wrong
You may never have a recording contract
But if you can get a crowd to always react
You are famous while the song is in the air
Whether famous or local you make people care

Let the room disappear sink into the mirror
The image is reversed you need not fear
Words and notes compose your lifetime
You can write or use someone else's rhyme
For one that sings is a servant to the music
But the music is your instrument your task
You are famous while the song is in the air
Whether famous or local you make people care