I am the music a simple spare note br I pierce through silence, set the dancers afloat br I am the rhythm, I am the rhyme br I am the music and wickedly divine br br An acrobat hurling through circles of flame br I am the enemy the one who’ll take blame br Slither slither across that old stage br I am the curtain and I hide the same br br I am the script but you must turn the page br I know there’s a difference in wisdom and age br I am dissected, and cut between the lines br Your searching for a meaning but there’s nothing left to find br br The audience is me, now I’m in the crowd br I’ll listen to your voice, I hear it clear and loud br I watch with amazement as if I’m mesmerized br You love what you do and I see it in you eyes br br I am the ticket I’ll lead you to your seat br And if I’m worth the money I’ll sweep you off your feet br I am the rose thrown upon the floor br I am just another act, its all a metaphor br br I am an actor I love to pretend br I am a prophet who cannot see the end br I am a sequel there’s more to me then this br I’m the screech from broken violins br br I am a writer, yet aren’t we all br I’ll get up and walk if I can take the fall br I am a poem, and I am a bird br I sit upon Pallas, nevermore is my wordbr br Stephen Sherwoodbr br