I would like to be a drummer and beat like my heart and I would like to play the violin so my heart will have strings, then it won't fall apart.
I wish I could play like an Angel, like she plays the harp but my fingers are to fat and I'll be playing in D Sharp!
Ebony and ivory I would like to keep in touch because these keys belonged to the Grand Piano that my Mother loved so much.
The piccolo that came with a sweet mellow tune must have been scared stiff when Daddy played the bassoon.
Then my sister joined the band and she learned to play the cymbals, but my Brother joined a skiffle group where he played washboard and thimbles.
My Grandfather blew the trumpet and he sounded the call at one of the famous battles as he watched his comrades fall.
One of my ancestors was related to Captain Morgan, but he was a true christian who played the church organ.
I tried to play the recorder and I strung along on guitar but my music tutor said "no way was I going far!
I think the music in me stopped when I was forced to play,so I picked up the pen and did it my way.
I love the sound of music and to play is a gift, but I became a poet and it caused a family rift.
