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Your percussion becomes a domed playground,
And I'm swept by the cacophony of your sound.
The cry of the violins moves me to tears,
And you soothe my fears through all the years.
What would this life be without you?
Without your sweet melodies
And your soft symphonies?
What would I turn to
When I can’t focus
Or when I am feeling discouraged?
The gentle strum of fingers on a guitar,
Transporting the eager listener to lands of afar,
The pianist’s gentle caress of the keys,
Expressing melodies akin to the waves of seas,
The time has come for a suite,Humbling and sweet.Eternity awaits for those of us,Standing on destiny’s edge.
