Music, the Blood of Angles

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Fingers flying
Across keys and strings
No words are needed in this place
Only music
Beautiful music
Music that haunts
Music that spills tears
Music that kills
Kills all fear
Pain
Anger
Or worries that may linger outside the door
Music that hunts every last shadow of doubt
And annihilates it
Music that digs
Until it finds that special ruby
And mends it
Music that picks you up
And carries you to a better place
A better time
A better world
Music that brings people together
Aunts and uncles
Nieces and nephews
Moms and dads
Friends and cousins
Sisters and brothers
Music that finds its way into my ear
And echoes in my head
Music
Foundation of friendships
The essence of life
The blood of angles

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