| Oh, to
be a musician, To have an instrument to play, To pour one's soul into each note, To let the music have its way. |
To release one's pent-up
passion, Be it anger - be it love, To play with true compassion, As a gift from God above. |
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| To express one's inner
joy, To let one's spirit soar, To free one's self to dance, To sing loudly from one's core. |
To tease and please
one's inner child, To relieve and ease one's aging mind. To soothe and smooth one's secret hurts, To trap, to free, to lose, to find. |
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| To allow ones' heart
to burst, To seduce with notes of love, To communicate with angels, To slap the devil's glove. |
To do all this with
music, |
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| Whether it be my favorites: Barbra Streisand or Janis Ian "Between the Lines", We listen to Josh Groban, Where no hurt can flood our minds. |
To command the world's
emotions, What an international rush! Just by playing music, Or ... is the music playing us? |