Music
You are my music
You are my song
No one can play me like you can
You are the maestro
I am the strings
No one can compose me like you can
You are the pianist
I am the keys
No one can move me like you can
Instrument of choice
I am the bow in your hands
Sounds of heaven
Tongues of earth
Come and play me until I resonate your heart
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