Strings continue to play long after their vibrations have reached my ears
In the silence, I hear their song playing low
As if to say,
"Who will listen when we've been put away?"
In my mind's eye, I see smoke
Twirling between them
Holding their gaze and drinking in the exquisite sound
As their song colors the walls
Until every dark corner is once again brightened
Quietly and contentedly they continue
Knowing they are heard
And the room darkens once more
Le Cygne
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Late Night Thoughts
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