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The Musician


Music is my greatest passion

I have the greatest sense of fashion.

My job makes me write my own creations

Each note tends to have its own vibrations.

I have to remember my musical scales

If I don’t my compositions will fail

Music tends to make a lot of noise

But at least I get to meet some boys.

Eternally lost inside its reverie

My soul recants in blissful harmony

Finding a producer can be hard

But I have to keep up my guard.

Being famous is what I desired

I really wish I could get hired.

Composing my pieces can be fun.

At least I have my spot in the sun.

Music has a splendid sense of magic

Yet it can also be truly tragic.

I hope I will nail the audition

I am a very humble musician.

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