One True Love
It's my life, my passion, my one true love.
My soul, my escape, it's me.
I feel it in me, running through me, through my veins and in my blood.
It's music.
It's my cello.
It's the vibrations of a string running through my fingers.
The perfect pitch i hear.
The strokes of my bow.
The sound of a high "E" ringing in my ears.
The way a harmony can come together.
The simplicity and softness of a harmonic.
It's my one true love.
It's my music.
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