the air around the sound
sweet melody carried away

gentle hands, the heart held is an ache
a memory bend – slant

notes played with tender intent
that move the soul…upward

emotions rise and feelings flow
from here to there a reflective tap…

fingers slide instinctively across stings
playing the heart’s song

silence in the unspoken
perfection is an echo bounce…

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