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headphones


my house is quiet to others

but my thoughts are always loud

just me without noise of sisters or brothers

still the people in my headphones make me proud

to be alone but not lonely

always learning through the lyrics

fascinated by the melody

a growing collection of guitar picks

music inspires creativity

It taught me pride in self teaching

listening helps my scattered mind practice productivity 

a crescendo of sound forever reaching

even if the volume's low

there are always new layers to discover

music shapes how I grow

because there are always new lessons to uncover

 

 

 

 

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