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One pure note
takes wing and
fills the room
rapidly,
expanding to endless bounds –
louder and broader.
Other notes stem from the core,
rushing, surging,
and breaking free.
Trills and resonating brass
mix with shifting strings
and vibrato.
Every possible note abounds –
the room a pot of boiling sound.
A spark ignites within me,
opening my eyes and
filling me.
I absorb the beautiful chaos,
obsessed with every nuance.
Soaking in the sound,
I close my eyes
and realize
I witnessed its inception.
The thrilling experience
plucks my senses,
magnifying the depth.
But before I climb to reflection,
a hush falls over the room.
Realization.
The orchestra has not yet played;
it has only finished tuning.



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