rhythm

June 30, 2008
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A blanket surrounds me
as soft as a cloud
rhythmically beating
in time with the sound.

The melody gives me
a warm, loving embrace
letting me fly
to a mystical place

into a world where color abounds
in a most graceful dance
with the power of sound
twirling, waltzing, moving about
the last strike of chord
signifying the bow
from the color and light
that whirls and weaves
through the notes and the staff
on my music page
to my ever-beloved rhythmic delight
that to me has always shone brighter than bright
my music.





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