Music power, beacons in the dark, narrator of the universe, portrayers of certain epochs, storytellers in the melodic air, founders of universal alliance,

He pulls words out of the open ski… As fires sprinkle their sightly pl… Bravery is a soft romantic escapad… Riding stallions through cosmic ro… The skies, his fun-filled playgrou…

Big man up in the little sky at the concordant podium, waking up from his deep sleep, hears the cries of the parched ear… sensing the anxiety of the farmers…

A whore with no other name such is… tied to a whipping post to get up… a life of sadness so her story goe… driven to see how the bad blood fl… a slicing neat and clean upon her…

Maestro With your baton you Blend colors with colors and Moods with moods You pull rainbows out of the

Prelude to a poem, rhyming rivers… around the bends in an effervescen… and in silken chutes from heaven’s… sliding upward and down to earthen… into auditory caves from melodic s…

The magic of the night before the morning fog rolled in, sorcerers at work with their hands in the supernatural, the conversion of the trees

Cupid at his heavenly desk, His romantic plan on his drawing b… With his bow and arrow at his fing… His heart filled mind in waiting, Looks for you among a large crowd

The Taken One Though she belongs to another What magnet brings forth together A love for her, a love for him Who am I, on the outside looking…

Summer’s mantle leaning into autum… Expiring green of summer’s run, Forests giving into chilly nights, Shedding leaves unto autumn rites, Forest floors from green to brown

Above the Land We launch our dreams Upon solid ground We see the sky adorned by Its mysterious blue ceiling

Crocuses of gallantry cutting thro… steadly rise from stouthearted emb… as heroines braving the cruel wint… digging through late Winter’s snow… They rise up above in their vibran…

Thesaurus Man, here before his ti… With worlds locked inside wordly r… Like finely tuned machines pouring… Words with meaning and feelings ab… Words that tell beautiful stories…

The Fox The bill collector so cometh, Up the path, up the way Gotta pick up my sign “Beware, I’m sick