Strum those strings,
Those melodious lines,
Assembled for a soul to move,
Tangible to the nails.
Strum those strings,
So aligned, so firm,
Speak aloud, respond,
Please vibrate to the touch.
Strum those strings,
Though conflicting words,
Produce a paradox of noises,
Is it out of tune?
Or just…
A language for a musician,
I'll never understand.
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