Grand Maestro Returns

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

The grand maestro of my lineage was bestowed a gift—

a ghost writer, penning songs across every rift,

a teacher, a guru in music.

Before He died,

then touched my forehead; the blessing implied.

I didn’t understand. Learning my ABC’s,

hooked on phonics, I read with ease,

adapting the spirit of poetry, then notes—

Mozart, Beethoven, gospel was in my throat.

My Aeiou made me harmonize, I became the flute.

I made the music, then learned the dispute,

the business side, so no one could be sly.

One day, a letter. A proposal. I

Read it all down to the finest print,

Googled the terms, saw th ...