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The Music I Hear
All my life I have loved classical music
© Linda Ann Henry
I can see the great masters at work
Beauty coming into my room.
Today I hear the music of new masters
Like a little boy who when at school
Would look out his window and hear music he wrote
I would look out mine and see the busy people
The car and taxi of uptown Manhattan
I saw the poetry I would one day write
Myself and the boy had learning problems
But we knew who we were
Until I was thrown a curve ball
I found out I was adopted
So instead of crying long
I made beautiful music with words
I believe never stop
I hope my spirit will never end
With the help of God
I found my way out of the tunnel
So did the boy His name is Jim Brickman.
Do you remember me?
The people's poet