It was always my dream
To be surrounded
Covered, coated
By the gentle sounds
Caressing my ears
And so, I worked
Day and night
Trying to learn the music
I cried out
Joined in the noise
I fell quiet
Studied silence
Looked to it all
Met the best
The known and the not
Needing to know the music
I worked hard
Until my fingers bled
And my wrists ached
Looking at sheet upon sheet
While my eyes burned
Making the notes blur
Though I just kept looking
The secret language becoming my own
Until, finally, I had learned the music.
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