Each key on the piano,
string on a harp,
syllable of bird song,
billet doux of the wind,
trickle of a stream,
is a note
to you
and me
and all who listen
with their secret souls;
and needs
to be revered
and cherished
and adored
and answered
in hallowed tones,
bonding;
when tumbled into
words
that only music
speaks.
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