At the sound of music
my voice will follow
at the brush stroke
my hand will mimic
and when I'm done
it will be your work
that gets the credit
but it is my own
that has the soul
and the heart
poured into it
with carefully sang notes
and steadily made strokes
so everyone will notice
but I am sorry
i didn't mean
to steal the spotlight
my soul cant be silenced
when it wishes to speak out
weather to lead or to follow
everyone will see the power
and know the strength
behind the suddenly
effortless and gentle smile
that only shows itself
on these very rare occasions
enjoy it while its here
or fear its intentions
and don't underestimate me,
not if you value what you're worth.
All credits on this poem belong to me.
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