Words reaching out of my soul,

Melody writing itself in my head,

Notes piercing through my heart,

Music... emotion the language of the soul.

Things said that could never be spoken,

Pictures painted with out one drop of paint,

Hearts touched with out a single prayer...

This is my cry I am the musician.

The soul listens with an intent ear,

The lyrics sung with great passion,

The heart stopped with every beat of a drum,

Love is no more... only music.

All art inspired with each note...

The musicians cry felt with a tear,

True love defined in every song...

Each emotion expressed, all things made

known.

I plead to your hear my cry,

I bed of thee, stop this hatred, hear the cry,

I am the musician...

And this is my cry...