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Play Your Own Music
The Whisper of the growing stillness
Plays softly in the breeze.
My eyes they dim in memory
Emotion trembles when it sees
The wondrous love of sounds forgotten
In ancient times we knew.
Brought now through hidden passage
Into our world, lend color to.
The music player, a child that slowly draws
The stars down to the earthly realm
She breathes in sweetness and through her fingers
Those stars in music to overwhelm.
Oh tell me comrade do you hear it also
The lonely voice that whispers so.
In music does it beckon, and it calls me
To live the solitude that sentinels the pole.
Its echo it grows loud and louder
Music channeled through a lovely soul.
The mind of angels flows within it
Whisper words that summon me to go.
Play the music you were meant to
Pull the sparkle from the sky
Frame it, shift it, mold it, make it,
Your own message from on…