I rest on a stone bench
i have walked to by chance
not thinking i would be asked to dance
she holds out her hand
with musical notes
exacuting from her fingers
out right in front of me the melody notes want to sway
i stand to the beat n next our feet
in a high energy dance
both kept up left and right frequency
i smile a musical note
rythmicallyself made
kept missing you music wrote
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