The Music Man
Beautiful and gentle
Harsh and caustic
This is music
The man who creates it
Ugly on the outside
Beautiful on the inside
The soul of music
Is this man
Beauty is music
It fills your heart and soul
The sound
The rhythm
The tones and notes
All set a different mood
The composer is the creator
Like a God he arranges and changes
He moves notes
Adds accidentals
And ultimately decides the music's fate
His piece finished,
He is tired
He is alone
There's nothing else for him
He lies down,
The music on his chest
He folds his arms and lays in the coffin
He slips away
The music slips from his grip
It falls on the floor
Spilling out
After so many years of work
The music dies with the man
Never to be heard
But always to be remembered
By a spirit,
The spirit of music lives on
Just as his soul does
Every note you hear
Every song you play
Think of him
Don't let his life end in vain
The Music Man died alone,
But doesn't have to remain alone