Singing for me

Singing fills the air if you just listen
The music moves us all in different ways
Wondering when I’ll be a musician
And someday I will get the loving praise

Yes singing is my happy place to go
When I am mad and or sad with the world
So, I bring to you this poem to show
My A1 creativity unfurled

The singing fills the air as we listen
I don’t need to remember how to feel
I am now the amazing musician
I’m the leader now I’ve taken the wheel

I will always be proud of what I do
I don’t care how my singing is to you