A dirge at first, the music shifts to joy
The notes dance skillfully across the page
Always changing their mood
They have such short lives
They know what they’re doing
They’re lucky
Told what to do
By the hands that composed them
To the hands that act out their parts
Piano, violin, and cello
The deep heart-string thrum of the bass
I try to find each instrument
My confusion growing with my feelings
As I try to pick them out
The music turns my soul
Turns me inside out
Shows me what my heart feels
Simply through the shifting of a key
The pull of a string
Pulls on my very soul
Let the music reveal to me
What lies behind the curtain
Guide me
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