In these lines my voice is found,
A mystic muse of music.
These words of rhymes and rhythmic music,
These lines of sweet sounding symphony
These tones of cranky cacophony;
An imperfect perfect pitch of pleasure and pain,
A melodic modulation of varying poetic strains
Aye! This sudden switch of soft and sharp tempos,
Revealing the beauteous Bliss in blues.
Though my tongue lacks the melodies,
In these lofty lines,
Are the voices of musical muse of life
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