Inspired by a friend of mine...

I am a master of the strings,
of plays and things;
My creations vary in appearance,
some look hideous, some have wings;

People watch on as I perform,
Each of my toys varies in form;
I draw my audience in with a gasp,
and let them leave with a sigh;
I leave, with them, a piece of myself
that will never, ever die.

I make them laugh, and sometimes they cry,
All this I do without e'er a try;

I am but a Puppet Master to all,
everyone listens to my child-like call.