He was a musician

You stroke your violin
And tickle your guitar
Your hands glide over the piano
And bang on the drums
Such talented hands
Accompanied by that beautiful voice
Your eyes promise life
But your actions tell the truth
Intimate whispers
Unpracticed lies
The fall of a great
The heartbreak of a minor
Life by your design
Music came first
The baring of a soul 
In every verse

My lips mouth the lyrics
But I trip over the lines
The chorus picks up
And I can't follow along
I take a breath
And the music changes
A song I've never heard
The rift strikes hard
I'm being left behind
I never have a chance,
Did I?