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Sight of Music
The violins sing.
The triangle and cymbal ring.
The beauty in music is set.
Once you "see" music,
you can never go back.
The drums beat with gusto
while the conductor swings his baton
like a magician saying "presto."
They conduct as if its a sixth sense.
The instrument players are lined up together
like birds of a feather on a fence.
Never has anyone seen like this before.
A symbiotic relationship.
A relationship between the conductor and its crew.
Working together and preventing each note to dip.
The music is indescribable as it is fresh like morning dew.
The golden shine
of the instruments
reflect wonderfully well like a strong glass of wine.
The gentle whine
of the violins make it feel as if its a melody that is unable to be owned and called mine.
Embrace the inner warmth.
Embrace the gentle tones.
Embrace the love and grace of sweet harmony.
-Snow that Flutters down like Feathers