What is life?
I mean, what is your purpose?
Passion is life.
Passion for sports, instruments, or anything.
Life without passion is death.
Life without music, is a life without sound.
Life without poetry, is a life without sight.
Life without you is a prison of burning passion.

I love passion, passion for the piano.
I just bought me a guitar, I like music.
I love the chase game, tag your it.
I love my friends that I have made here.
I love you, like you love me.
I love you, like I love to read.

Passion is a burning flame, one that never dies.
Nature will always try to dampen your flame,
but, Passion is a wild fire, so it’s no use trying.
The piano demands your time,
The guitar demands your fingers,
The congas demand your rhythm.
If they aren’t meet, then you bet you’re done.
It’s hard to resist though.

Passion is what I’m about.
This isn’t an Introduction,
more like a goodbye to linger.
One that last in your hearts forever.
My lie in April was that I could do this.
Your lie in April was that you liked them.
Don’t worry though, passion carries me.
So, Goodbye
But also Hello.
From me to you, passion