Music, by Disruptive Silence
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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 |
Posted: 2010-04-16 00:13:04 UTC |
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2010-04-25 19:18:28 | LostSoul |
Bravo...talented |