Music’s a living, breathing thing,
Sounding with ebbs and flows, with sighing in between,
Allowing strange connections,
To places never seen.
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Within the passion and the melody,
Its messages relay.
It speaks to each directly,
In an intimate way.
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It can embrace and comfort,
With its gentle power.
It can sooth the brow and calm the heart,
Before the eleventh hour.
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It is poetry and art in one,
With stories that abound.
It can be a solemn refuge,
Where solace can be found.
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To gage the measured flow of it,
By river, by brook or waterfall,
That forms the very pulse of it,
Through rhythms both great and small.
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With its quivering vibration,
Where instruments blend as one.
It is a wonder born out of silence.
May its notes forever run.