Some might say eccentric
Strumming potential strings
Searching for pure inspiration
The songs the crooner sings
His laughter comes in rhythm
His joy composes rhyme
His heartbeat is a metronome
That keeps a perfect time
His pain a vacant canvass
His tears a turning lathe
From which he sculptures music
On the unreplenished stave
His songs unnurtured babies
He cradles in his arms
Tainted with life’s misdemeanours
Adorned with lexicon charms
Some might say eccentric
If so then crown me king
Mine is that haunting melody
You can not help but sing
You have a very exciting style of writing. I'll be waiting for more! Marilyn
Perfect rhyme and rhythm here for sure Steve- almost makes one want to sing along which as you rightly say these things so often do, engagingly.... t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is music the more eccentric the more interesting. Very good.