An Ode to Music

Music is what makes me tick,                                        William the Conqueror

It's what fill the cracks and crevices.

It's one of my purposes in life,

It's a part of my soul.

When I play my clarinet,

Or strum my guitar,

I can hear it echoing throughout my ears,

And I find it hard to stop.

Who would I be without it?

What would my life behold?

These are all questions I can't answer,

But are mysteries that grow old.