The musician God

The musician god is like the sea,
He throws the nothing that is me,
Against a vast panorama of dexterity,
A wow wave of ecstasy,

He oozes spontinaeity,
Breezes through complexity
Boogles with his modesty,

For each instant of his eternity,
My heart flowers, my reason leaves,
My jaw drops and I know,
That this here is the joy of flowing,

As long as the waves of the musician god,
Are tickling the ribs of your soul,
You need no religion but him.

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