My Escape

October 5, 2010
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All is silent as we wait.
At the flick of a wrist, it begins.
Strings and wind, bows and sticks
make us forget everything
except the sounds that fill our ears.
Melodies and harmonies climb up and down:
Fast, slow-- Allegro, Largo.
Loud, soft-- Forte, Piano.
Nothing else matter until the final fermata which feels like eternity.
Suddently... it becomes silent again.
Back to reality.

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