Definite steps walking through night shadows, never fearing because there's no fear when rhythms are holding on, keeping pace with every tone and note being played.
Watching as rhythms climb up and down measures of chords while they're being played, a wonderful send off, soaring swiftly into the atmosphere.
There's where only this mere poet and music are being held like a lover would hold onto the heart of a true love, solitary and taking time in the wonder of life.
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