The thick resonant sound filled the room with light
Even with no canvas or color it painted such a pretty sight
The sweet tone of the music brought me to another place
With beautiful sorrow and joyous grace
It has so many emotions nothing can compare
You feel the music when you hear it
With every note my heart was lit
The harmony was a perfect fit
Every note had its own story
The music I played from such a simple thing is its own glory
The only thing that wasn't tied and bound was my imagination
This little instrument is a piece of my salvation
The one thing was my own symphony
Practice and patience flew out of me
The every day buzz faded into nothing at the first note
To have a piece composed is to have a story wrote
The swirls of music settled around me like magic
When the music is down you too feel sorrow
The spark of light when I get the melody right
Doesn't compare to what I feel inside
Sometimes it's not something that can be taught or memorized by sound
It's just something that has to be found
The movement of your soul has to match what you do
Then, only then will it speak its words to you

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