My Music

I wish that I could play music But, I can't even sing a song; And every time that I try to play a guitar, Or sing, I always do it all wrong. I so, love listening to music It puts my soul and my mind at ease It helps me to relax on those tense days, As music enters my soul like a breeze. I must say that I love music to no end It must go with me wherever I might go, In my thoughts or with myself humming And it’s always on my radio. Always after listening to a favorite song It’s melody in my brain will remain I will tap my feet or snap my fingers or even whistle, Even though the song is finished, it still will entertain. I cannot explain what is music I don’t know the difference between a note or a clef, How I wish that I was a creator of songs; But, I can’t sing, and I believe that I am tone-deaf. When a child is born it cries, Then the mother’s song of love is sung; I believe that when I entered into this world, My life and love of music had just begun. Randy L. McClave