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a poem about understanding music |
| Musing ___________ I do not know music as you do, but can be blanketed by the beauty of soft notes. I know that the beauty of a violin can, without words bring me to tears. The frills of baroque decorate my soul with a certain joy. I am not gifted as you are in notes, tempo, chords. I had to learn by the touch of the sounds lilting in my silence. You are music, sotto voce, in my night. |