Lymerik

My Gift was that I could sing beautifully,

and play any instrument known to man,

but my Curse was that I could not hear any of it.

Notes flew melodically and gracefully.

Children stopped to listen, mesmerized.

Even the birds were jealous of my extraordinary talents.

Musicians dreamed of singing the way that I could sing.

My Gift was granted to me by the Prophet.

My Curse was bestowed on me by the Cursor.

Now, I wander around from town to city, aimless mostly.

I love the fact that people are truly blessed by my music and voice,

so I will never stop.

There are times when my sadness is so great however,

that I just have to weep and wail because I cannot hear what they hear.