His hair stood out like fuse wire in a rage
His eyes gleamed like the sun trapped in a cage
As he read his poem I was impressed
By the gift of words he has been blessed.
The women were enraptured as they gazed
His poetry was as complex as a maze.
His voice played on my heart I was well used.
Music is the food of love,I mused.
And poetry is our music,our music and our guide
If we cannot listen,out hearts will shrink and die