Over time, I became
Adept at stringing together
Loose pieces, collectively
Known as myself, and
Rearranging them to
Another’s liking: A
Composer of sorts,
Taking requests, an
Ensemble of personalities,
Each one created for
Someone else. One day
The music stopped
And I was without
An audience. Without
Applause. No one to hear
the false tune I played.
It took a long time to write
The music I now play, and
Even longer to find an
Appreciative audience.
So, I wrote for myself,
Knowing that if I ever found
Someone who heard the same
Music, even if the notes were
Occasionally off-key or the
Melody a little unusual,
They would recognize the
Song and know that the
Composition was for them.
While I may not be your
First love, I want to be
Your last.
A love you know is real
Because you realize that
I have composed a symphony
That brings you as much
Pleasure to hear
As it does for
Me to play for
an audience of
One.