1. We know all about positioning

2.We have nimble fingers

3.We know all about g strings

4.We know how 2 play

5.We know how 2 make music

6. We have strong fingers

7.We always know when to slow down and speed up

8.The harder and faster they go the better.

9.We're always practicing so we can become better

10.We can control volume

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the

~LABYRINTH~

Ti's of great torture and pain; deep and hollow,
Suppressed and derailed. Falling like madness,
Drifting unknown, to a sea of emptiness, to despair
Suffocate discomfort with heartache of sorrow.

Fingers grip to feel the presence of uncertainty.
Questions to ask, yet answers are fear,
Swallow and poison ? Shall I persevere ?!
Continue thy journey?, Subsist to roam ?
Kingdom of salvation, oh take me home.

Hour glass shifts through the sands of time;
But only consuming and yet rare;
Melancholy, Sadness; nothing sublime
trapped inside this labyrinth, escape to where?!
Shadows that fall, no sun to shine;
Darkness forever, eternity lay blind.

Candles they burn, yet at both ends; My life to be redeemed
Delusions in quantity; Life without quality; unbounded it seems,
To breath to dream to sleep to die; To set free, to be...
Hollow is thy shell; A vacuous way of life!?!; This I do not see

One mans heaven is another mans hell..
And like a nomad without direction, wandering round for days;
Lost in my own reflection, help free me from this maze...


~A GOLDEM DREAM~

The quiescence mind of sleep. And to sleep I mean to dream
The enchanted vivid realm, a world that is supreme
For its here it shall exist, whatever you may wish
Perchance to reminisce, a fair maiden surely missed
Or be the savior of the land, with revolution in demand

But for here it also dwells, The demons spawned from hell
The malevolent fiendish beast, and darkangel in his cell
Distorted by only shade and shadow, a phantasm of the mind
Its in this moment I try to wake, but my eyes they do decline.

I scream but can only utter, my words transform to stutter
My tongue speaking mutter, my nerves begin to flutter
Like a whisper is un heard, my voice cant form a word
In slow motion its absurd, my path as been deterred

Perchance my golden dream, Is rarely to be seen
And to what shall lye between?, Unpolished and unclean
To which tis obscene, impure with tautology routine...

~NO TITLE YET~

Twas a night of mid September, for this I do remember
I was laying in my bed, Just resting my weary head
Which then I heard a noise, a sound that had deployed
I thought nothing of it, but was strange I must admit
I continued to my sleep, undisturbed to commit
But there it is again, the sound of haunted men.

I put my feet upon the floor, and walked to my bedroom door
That sound I cant ignore, it was louder than before
It was coming from my basement, Now I must explore
I began to make my way, so quite like ballet
For if I made a tone, I may be overthrown.

I made it to the basement door, the light switch on the wall
But I had blown a fuse, I guess a candle I must use
There's that sound again, what the hell is in my denn?!
I opened the basement door, was so dark without the light above my ceiling floor.

I wondered down the stairs, "hello is someone there" ?
No reply inside my lair, just my echo through the air
I continued down the stairs, to which they need repaired
"Hello is someone there"? Trepidation! Yet I bravely declared.!