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Resonance
Resonance
The music pounds, through my lips slip the words
We lift, release, spread our wings together
I listen to it, but I think it's me that's heard.
My eyes are clear now, while before this they were blurred
A home to return to, familiar and welcoming:
The music pounds, through my lips slip the words
Once overwhelmed, now blissful, now cured
Through my quiet, open mouth I pour my soul
I listen to it, but I think it's me that's heard.
A solemn silence seems to have occurred
Though I turn the volume louder, louder
The music pounds, through my lips slip the words
Closing lines, the music slows, grows slurred
I whisper notes and smile something secret
I listen to it, but I think it's me that's heard.
I open my eyes to find the world demurred
The sky seems soft and not so out of reach
The music pounds, through my lips slip the words
I listen to it, but I think it's me that's heard.
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"If music be the food of love, play on" - Shakespeare