Strong
wood beneath my chin,
My
finger’s poised to dance
Swaying
to the music
Playing
in my head.
I’ll
put down my bow
And
walk away
But
maybe-just maybe
I’ll
return someday
To
make my love sing
The
sweet notes once heard
The
sounds-of joy and sorrow
The
music so dear to my soul
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