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By Disruptive Silence

A note holds a mystery to be solved There is always concentration involved When my bow first hits the string I feel my fingers cheering The sound is played with an enduring low pitch That no one can pull me from or even make me flinch After each and every note, There is a silence only audible to a musician while afloat You can't leave the note hanging in the air So make the next sound loud so everyone is aware After i blend with my music It takes a while for me and my melody to unstick There is a silence followed by a burst of aplause For my performance that contained zero flaws

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April 18, 2010 15:34Convalescence

Wow.

April 25, 2010 19:18LostSoul

Bravo...talented