I am a writer of magnetic geniality
Such an attractive model of
loveliness
I have always had a special love
affair with music
You may ask why I can’t fall in
love with something else
I do this to provide fuel of both
mind and heart
Challenging the intellect and
stirring the affection
For the ultimate reality that
stands behind music is not only fascinating
But unutterably beautiful
It is all deeply personal
It is regularly associated with joy
Next to which merriness of wine is
substituted
It always a pleasure, not boredom
I can nurture this love very
happily
By fixating on just how well I’m
keeping the rules
The problem is that I have broken
the rules
The rules of majors and minors
Forgive me and treat me like I had
kept the rules
Gratitude is all I have, not just
love
Is this relationship a desert of
mere grim survival?
A work house of love?
Or is it the gift of the most kind
and generous father?
Even the twelve keys can’t answer
me these questions
This is the profoundest question to
ask
If there is love, why is there
hatred?
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