Appreciate the beauty
In which this music instills
into your undeserving ears
And you who can't imagine
what it's like to create such things
You don't even try simply out of fear
Failure is only a stepping stone
To bigger and better things
A natural talent isn't always the option
Sometimes the ability is what you must bring
I stand upon the ground
viewing the world of melodic enchantment
So many patterns and repeated columns to see
It's a sad musical world when there is no new enhancement
From the booming loud
to the whispering quiet
From the beautiful black metal chorus
To the pathetic repetition of the punk and pop requiem
Music is my muse
The enriching flow of the lyrics
The percussion, the strings
The hypnotic vibrance
of the originalities
the rhythm, the singing
I feel appreciative love
For other musics
as I am not talented enough to create my own
I feel as if I have risen above
every unfortunate detail of my life
When I have my music, and am completely alone..