Silence

December 19, 2009
By Wickedgirl95 SILVER, St. Louis, Missouri
Wickedgirl95 SILVER, St. Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
We may not talk everyday, we may not live next door, but true friends are there they are the ones that think of you and care how you are doing.


Music dances across the page

Your hands glide through the air






And then




The one



Wrong note

Your hands are paralyzed



















Silence…


Is the swelling fermata












But realize…

Music needs a breather

Let

It







All


Sink



In

And remember…

Fermatas last only as long

As you wish them

And don’t let something as simple

As a wrong note

Keep you from conducting

Your own symphony of life


The author's comments:
I wrote this for my dog, who died, and all the days I would sit and cry. The only thing that would make me feel better was to play my music...

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