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a simple sound

shivering, rippling strings
stroked by a thin bow
that never ceases

these sounds are powerful
emotions so strong
they are unspoken
and never forgotten

white, even keys
the melody, the harmony
a simple sound, so sweet

these sounds are what we cannot say
they hiss and spit
and calm and soothe
they flow and snap
they fly and jump
these sounds are
music.

carawillliams

@carawillliams

dreaming too much and listening a lot.

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Great poem! The description is perfect for the subject, and I'm always glad to see someone who values music.