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Compose Me by Lelia Thomas

Bold William Davies they call you,
The bright-eyed musician whose soul is in the string.
So make a soul of song for me, William.
Sing my life into the dawn of green.

I’ve waited for this single moment,
Where your fingers brush the chords.
Reveal to me where rhythm meets rhyme,
Where life opens to the gates of Time.

Scarred and corrupted to the marrow, I am,
So play the notes that purify and cleanse.
And make my spirit fly on hawk’s wings,
For, oh God, you must be heaven sent.

They call you bold as you strum away,
An apparition in the hollows of sound.
So be the ghost of my beating heart,
Where the floods of Dream and Reality start.

I’ll be the Muse and you the artist,
If only you’ll compose my life to song.
And I’ll laugh when your eyes smile at a melody,
If only you’ll write me into your song.

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Written in 2003, this shows my fascination with musicians–not just those who can play an instrument, but those who are able to compose whole melodies. I truly respect that talent. Without music, much of my writing would not exist. The other side to this poem is in reference some mythological musicians.