If all the trees in all the woods were men; 
And each and every blade of grass a pen; 
If every leaf on every shrub and tree 
Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea 
Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes 
Had nothing else to do but act as scribes, 
And for ten thousand ages, day and night, 
The human race should write, and write, and write, 
Till all the pens and paper were used up, 
And the huge inkstand was an empty cup, 
Still would the scribblers clustered round its brink 
Call for more pens, more paper, and more ink.

Cacoethes Scribendi

When you are at the top of the mountain, you see everyone as small, those who are standing at the bottom of the mountain see you as small, remember that the more fruitful the tree, the more it has fallen. 

Jean-Marc is a composer, sound designer, and pianist based in NYC.

For any inquiries, please contact:
jmymusicmail@gmail.com

Freelance composer and arranger.

To contact me directly about music licensing, commissions, or getting original music for your next project, email me at comqoser@gmail.com

Cacoethes Scribendi

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