music in its outpourings comes from the tap root

on off simple as that good bad or indifferent

it flexes, has reflexes and sacrifices

all its exponents with its tittle and tat.

Tempts the performer turns him inside out

with rally cries and desperate doubt.

it's an affair of the heart through fingers and breath

unto death that haunts and taunts with

dedication bending the ear of air as it fills the void

devoid of life save what it gives freely

and takes for itself.