The Poets Behind The Poems 2:

I'm a poet on the piano
And an aegis hollow dreamer,
So all my serene lyical madness
Will make your artistic mind a believer.

My colm masked metaphors
They keep me utterly alive,
And all of my shy dark secrets
Do make some of my dreams die.

Dark shadows in silvershoes
Will see my aries rising,
Whenever my acoustic odyssey
Brings fortune everlasting.

Moon faces of dust silver
And all the wandering lost,
Will abed below the maple tree
If free spirits are criss crossed.

For in a toxic wonderland
The angels of music soothe,
With a little abracadabra
And the vengeful truth.

With my rhyme of rhythm
My darklight and tiny voice,
I'll give all swallowing tongues
That righteous reason to rejoice.