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The Musician
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Ava DiGiuseppe
She wakes each morning with one dream in mind: To play her music for all humankind. She practices her music ‘round the clock, And knows each tune from Fred Astaire to Bach. At auditions, she seeks just to impress. And for that reason, she is finely dressed. The colors match in perfect harmony, And sparkle as far as the eye can see. She may look silly with her head up high, But in reality, she is quite shy. At concerts, she can play with grace and ease, The audience is left weak in the knees. She revels in the thunderous applause, And hopes they do not see past her facade.
“Is it fame or fulfillment that I seek?”
She wonders all throughout the long workweek. She gazes back upon her early days, When she was only a child at play. Her music was made only for the Lord, The angels and the saints beam with each chord.
“Is it fame or fulfillment that I seek?” She wishes she could once again be meek.
