The Mistress of Word Play

There was the music,
which was all he ever really had.
Star-crossed soul, composer,
face of angel, at times a smile so sad.

Music filled his life,
it freed his heart, made his blood flow.
He loved music above, beyond,
because the music touched his soul.

Yet he never understood,
there was more to life and love.
Silly man, chasing dreams,
acting out some distant memory of.

Wanted more than there was,
couldn't see beyond that hollow goal.
To play the music isn't all,
you have to be able to touch a soul.