A Musician To His Songs Poem by Cristian Dolon

Now that my days are shorter...
Sitting on my little corner...
Time is stuck in half a quarter.

Now that my nights are darker...
Becoming my very own stalker...
I vision an imaginary marker.

Now that the bright lights don't shine...
Everything is at a stand still with time...
I finally come to realize she was never mine.

Yes I guess I have lost...
Away all has been tossed...
Last ideals have been crossed.

But you see, I am like a musician to his songs...
Which both combine to hide what is really is wrong...
With feeling that fool even the musician all along.

As the gentle melody sincerely plays...
My body captures it and starts to sway...
And begins washing the sad memories away.

Then my lips and tongue combines...
Making up words in perfect rhymes...
My voice suddenly comes out refined.

Finally my body starts dancing! ..
My heart willing for new romancing! ..
For music puts me in a mood so enchanting!

Sliding, dip, turning and spins! ..
Out comes the best from within! ..
I realize the best of life and not the sins!

Yeah, for a moment I was sad! ..
Seconds ago I seemed mad! ..
But now I seem overly glad!

That's the power of music! ..
Which is so much easier then arithmetic! ..
But hold such a power that's so amazingly mystic!

Eventually the music will be gone...
But showed me a new day has begun...
I find I am a musician to his songs.

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