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Silence

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





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