Music
Music;
Sometimes loud and sometimes quiet,
Always needed, never silent.
Instrumental or with lyrics,
I’m so grateful I can hear it.
And isn’t it bizarre, you see-
Just how music comes to be?
When strings quiver to and fro,
They make vibrations that touch your soul.
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