Mine. A poem.

Each chord falls into place
Unruly magic flying forth
In the act of creation and composition
Notes and rhythms coaxed
From lucid fingers like pixie dust
Sound and motion realised from imagination
Lyrics profound or immaterial
Whatever I choose to make them
Power to please or to confound
This is my music:
I play it proud, I play it loud

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