Music

Music;

Sometimes loud and sometimes quiet,

Always needed, never silent.

Instrumental or with lyrics,

I’m so grateful I can hear it.

And isn’t it bizarre, you see-

Just how music comes to be?

When strings quiver to and fro,

They make vibrations that touch your soul. 

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