Musician's Song
Let the bow move 'cross the strings, and hear the music which it brings, first the high pitched squeel of laughter, then the solemn tones of after, sounds to greet and say goodbye, sounds of joy, and sounds for cry, let the soul itself outpour, while the music softly soars, among the crowd of passers by, telling them not one small lie, your own true self is all they see, and as you play you let it be, for that small bow recalls a place, of times long lost, in long lost space, and you yourself wander as lost, forgetting even what you sought, and all else 'round you falls away, all your troubles held at bay, and when you stop the world comes back, it hits you like a fatal slap, sounds of applaud that grow so loud, your friends and family in that crowd, you take your bows and feel happy, glad that you will always be, a maker of music true and free.Do I use the word and too much?? or is it just me being paranoid... (good song by the way, u know, Black Sabbath...) anyway, hpe you like..... Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 02:29 PM PST, Candice Lambert 18 • 12 • 10
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"Let the bow move 'cross the strings,..."