With delicate fingers
An ancient song is woven from the soils of melancholy and ambition
Notes articulated each to their own
Black ink expressed with charisma on the white parchment
With slow, vibrant strikes at the strings
Each finger is fulfilled in their own role
Left fingers taking a tasting lick with each staccato
Right drawing legato bow strokes akin to that of a graceful dancer
Both work alongside to procreate the melodic eloquence that still fills these empty hallways to this day

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