The Mad Man

The Mad Man

The mad man
Sits and bangs away on his piano
The mad man
Yells and hollers
The mad man
Deaf
To a boy playing music
Softly in the distance
The mad man
Sad and depressed
From his condition
Sits and thinks
The mad man
Even though deaf
He has a fire in his soul
Persistence of a military soldier
He writes
He composes
He makes wonderful bliss
The mad man
Once a renowned pianist
Now looking old
Now looking like a lunatic
Senile
But most importantly
Not a soul can see the missions
Possessed in his head
His music that makes
Him who he is
Some day it will be released
For the world to hear
Love and cherish

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