This melody that wraps around
My body and waist,
Flies by my head and face.
I see these notes lie on a scale
I must perform though I don't know well.
****** the music while it's being grown
That's ok, I don't need this written speech
I have my own.
I write and find nobody wants to listen
So only I will throw my words out and say they don't know what they're missing.
I see beauty in my own written stone,
Since nobody else agrees they can leave it alone.
The critics forget the heart that beats the emotional harmony.
This melody will be in reachable view but it will be written by me.
Whether a song or sonnet,
Hear this I will let.
Admire my point and find it in a form of art, no colors or canvases, this melody came from my
Heart.