Stepping into times, listening to motion
moving silently with a rhythm all it's own.
Figuring out lengths of times as they are
stretched and shrunk, according to measures
of each individual song.
Touching and feeling an intense movement
coming from within.
Soulfully, tantalizingly bringing emotions
into play as mourning stood by and played
to the agony of time gone by.
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