If I were a singer,…, Would shape emotions with my voice, Would sing out loud that you are my choice, Would whisper love-notes from my heart, And sounds from my deepest part. Would make the air dance for your ears, Would breath out strong, blow away your fears, Would hit you with my music-dart, Perform for you my breath's muse-art. Would compose trills and fancy turns, Scream out melodies of my soul burns, Improvise rhythms for your dancing shoes, and lyrics to express my blues. But I write songs of abstract kind Dancing spectacles for the blind Your senses seem unable to find, …, A silent artist of the mind.
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