Silken music,
Softly entwine
Souls desperate
For their repose
Fingers, shift,
Fly, then align
Five per hand
Each mayn't oppose
Every note, a seed,
Each one is thine
Ere they bloom
And thy soul expose
Ardent love within
Art in music fine
Absorbed in sound
Go, my dear, compose!
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