A Change

I used to keep music close to my body,

Near to my heart, near to my soul.

But music did not want to sit upon my shoulder,

No, she wanted lean against my person

and be my equal in size. She wanted me

to allow her to speak through a larger, deeper

voice that many took for granted. She knew

that I would come to love her in this

form and see her just as more valuable.

She opened my eyes as I listened to her 

boast through others and see how her

quieter voices complimented and supported

her during her times of high pitched beauty.

Music took the violin away from me

and gave me what I love most, the bass. She

gave me a change and I saw it as beautiful.

She is not done with me, no. There are others

who will change to her other forms and love

her most there.

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