P.S. This poem isn't about Johnny, just a music themed post. :)

Music Man

Once a brilliant composer,
a sharp carpenter of passion of theme.
His talent flattened by the block of life,
he now can't grasp the greater scheme.
With no method-
only madness...
He can't tune his smiling frown.
All his trebles keep him low,
and his bass won't hold him down.
He used to have such beautiful rhythm,
a beat to meet his every rhyme.
But he somehow lost the reason,
that all great feats are measured with time.

By: Kate Cloud