Musings

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Taunt fingers touch the strings
All musings of pain forgotten
Weightlessly they float over and again
In a delicate repetitious pattern

 

An effort to drill out all other thoughts
Nothing else is said or done
Only music can be heard
The steady rhythm of a master

 

Although it is a sweet melody
They make a solemn sound
It influences this atmosphere
To that of an eerie silence

 

A bittersweet symphony
It embodies the emptiness
Of her vacant emotions
And black stare of the eye

 

Nothing changes except the tempo
Her fingers dance more rapidly now
But I cannot feel a mounting excitement
There is no connection of string and soul

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