The Singer Poem by Rotting Korpse

He sings various melodies in his deep baritone voice.
You can hear him ten miles away.
His beautiful voice makes this deep, beautiful noise.
You are speechless-
with nothing to say.

Your heart skips beats
once he hits those high notes.
As he hits the low notes,
your heart pounds.

As he sings, you fall in love
with that musical angel sent from up above.
As you record his voice in your heart,
You realize that music is your kind of art.

Your mind is in a whirl.

Sharps. Flats. Crescendoes. Decrescendoes.
Piano. Forte. Time Signatures.
Half Notes. Quarter Notes.
And you forgot your Circle of Fifths!
Ye Gods!
This guy got you crazy for music!

You listen as he croons.
He finishes his song.
So soon?
Too late to sing along!