Music

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We must begin to create to learn how to finish our creation

That is what finally drove me from my home

To the streets in New York City

I didn't pay attention to criticism

I just listened to the sound of passing taxis

The beat of peoples' feet on the sidewalk

And amidst the suffering that could have found me there

I began to trust in that music

The notes intricate and magical

I begin to play

As the echoes of my music

Emptied into the starry night sky

They found their way into the hearts of people who need it most

And they found my way

As much as it found theirs

Yet we can't see the effects of our hard work in the night

While we work through sweat and tears

Until I worked and worked

Becoming one with the music

Until you appeared

And could I be happier?

My song has finally reached you

And all this effort helped you understand

I just listened to you

The jazzy voice of a singer into the night followed my act

And in the dark

Your face is coming closer

It's hard to look at

And my insides are warm

And laughter is escaping my throat

Which makes you smile

As you reach for more of my glow

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