Music
Music is a language that rarely uses words
It isn’t often spoken but it is often heard
It stays in the soul and resonates within
Changing the mood simply on a whim
It placates the storms and terrors inside
And gives a voice to the emotions that hide
Music itself is a living creature
Weaving itself into every feature
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