My heart
Without music I am mute,
A wondering soul with nothing new.
I’m dead inside without her grace,
She surely fills a room’a dead space.
So much light surrounds her body,
To take me from my gloom.
The beauty within her melody,
Like a baby emerging from the womb.
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