Make Your Own Music
Read my poem that this instrument’s music inspired.
Make Your Own Music
I waited for the music
But the quiet was all I heard.
I saw the drums, the guitar, the Irish pipes
And the microphones set up.
The stage was set for entry, but the songs were all played out.
There were no musicians for the instruments
Just chords waiting to be played.
That’s how life is.
A stage set
Waiting,
For us to play the song we wrote
To the harmony we sing with others
Those we blend with
Our perfect notes.
No song will play without us
No music will come forth
An instrument without a musician
Is just a museum piece
Just an empty note.
Make your own music
Play your song.
