I hear the still before the sound
the wait before beauty is found
as i lay bow on string
the room starts to ring
but not just dead notes
who round the page float
these notes are real as ever
they'll live on forever
but they'd be nothing at all
without insrument, player and call
the notes fly round
a beautiful sound
they become part of me
all i can hear and see
passion mixed with note
on clouds i float
lost in the sound
beauty is found!
8.3.08
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