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Music: the art of love of beauty of smiling to the world your story your vision your finger of organizing dance steps and pictures and administrative meetings and lost socks to find their soul mates tones to produce darkness to produce stars to tell that special girl how her hair glows like wheat to produce a house to raise her kids in and produce my dinner a coherent rhythm fall of words rain the ships at port and bells churches voices in unison hands clapping sequence of sounds sequence of faces in a crowd sequence of numbers to tell the world lights a sequence of memories that fade a sequence of words that say love intended to elicit wine and glass dinners in a rented tux and her momma's old wedding dress to hear some old guy's last wisdom and ice sculptures an aesthetic response a dim response a yes response back up in my crowded musician's pad crowded with score sheets and a big piano on top from the listener. from the birds from the landlord on the first of the month from the credit card companies from the orchestras the fake singers and her parents Rhythmic, he's a charming boy they'll say classy melodious, like her laughter and the fountain in the park where sleek boys chase pigeons harmonious on the piano again the chords muffled for thin walls and paper thin splattered with my dreams or dissonant. like the fading evening candles stuck in bottles that once drank five-dollar wine |
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