There before him sat the blank manuscript,
On it he put a black dot with a tail,
The next note to the page he gladly slipped
Starting the music that to all would sail.
As he finished each page of the music
More notes would start to gather in his mind
And from them all the next one he would pick,
So many notes there for him to try and find.
He then came to the last page to be writ
Finished with a joyous grin in his mind,
He played the music and all notes did fit
But there was another tune in his mind.
Once more he then composed some more music
And the metronome would once again click.