It all began with just a word,
With time I had three lines,
Then I opened my heart to pour it out,
The joy and the hurt all flowed,
On paper, just pen on paper.
Each verse matched its message,
Each line rhymed its prior,
Each word meant what it said,
Every piece was differently special,
On just pieces of paper.
Then that beautiful tune comes to mind,
A melody so strange but perfectly fits,
In a twist and twine with each word,
It all comes alive indestructibility,
From that first word.
Accapela or accompanied by instrument,
Acoustic guitar,grand piano or just a beat,
Hum it, sing it or perform it,
Touches the heart, re-nourishes the soul,
They call it Music, I call it 'My Life'
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