بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Music is a beautiful woman in her prime,
Music is a scrubwoman, clearing away the dirt and grime.
Music is a girl child,
Simple, sweet and beaming,
A thousand years old,
Cold as sleet, and scheming.

Wise and patient,
Unfathomably kind,
Music is the woman you always wanted to find.

As fragile as a flower,
A single petal of a rose,
And what you think you think,
She already knows she knows.

A system of ribbons,
A multiplicity of ramifications,
Sparkling from her brain down through her core,
A million facets of gossamer sensations.

And you could be
A most inadequate bore.

Music is a gorgeous bitch, …
A volcano of desire
Makes your blood to boil
As you get higher and higher.

Music is like the woman
Who is like mathematics:
Music is a woman who’s true.

No matter how well you know her
There’s always more to learn;
An Endless Adventure, Everyday She’s Brand-New.
Music is that woman, who you’ll hope will say,
“There’s very few (none in the case of my Zawji ❤ ) who do a new-do like you do.”
But, alas, you’re the victim of her coup
‘Cause she can always satisfy you.

Music is the woman
You follow day after day;
Music is the woman
Who always has her way.

When you don’t hear her,
You desperately miss her,
And when you embrace her,
You wish you could kiss her.

Bet you didn’t know the Duke was also a poet! 😉