The Love Of A Musician Poem by chris schwartz

It takes a damn good musician
To send music through these chords
And baby, you know
How to play my instrument.
I hate the symphony
You been throwing at me
I want the trilogy
I need the epiphany
Just a day planted
In the arms
Of my music man.

The Brandy tastes good
And the Oil goes down smooth
There's nothing to do
But drown tomorrow.
I got all that I want
And nothing I need
In the stars
That collide with
My Sorrow.

I work hard to bring lyrics
To Your notes
The Goddamn passion I have
For your humor
Just makes me crazy.
The tunes you play for me
Hell,I'm happy to be,
But the music man
Is just making me
Lazy.
There ain't no comfort in
A smile
There ain't no prejudice
In a grin
Gotta find happy
Somehow
In the shape that I'm in.
And the love
You search for
In your heart and your eyes
Doesn't take much comfort
With the sound of goodbyes.

Damned good oil
I hope you understand.
Another brandy
Is clutched into my hand
Silence wins again
With the love
For a music man.