JulYbeth
I am music
I am the note in the alto clef that awaits to be played
I am the quarter rest that patiently waits to hear the rest of the sonata
I am the bow that glides on upon the strings; brushing every strand, molecule, and atom to create wonderful notes
I am the viola producing the jolly music
I am the thin finger that touches the strings to change the key of the notes
I am the the shoulder rest that brings comfort to the player
I am the peg making sure that the viola always remains in tune
I am the crisp string that never loses its resonance
I am the player that becomes one with the viola
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