As She Begins to Play

 

So sweet are the sounds of the vibrating strings that fill my ears with unspoken promises and memories thought lost.
A journey, so real found in the keys and traversed through the melody,
Faithful to the art and dedicated to the craft, determined do I play. Desperate. As if the feeling will quickly slip from my grasp as it forms underneath my fingertips.  

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