Tuning will be done by ear.
Feeling as natural as breatheing.
When you play, the room with become brighter.
Vines will grow, whare birds will perch and sing.
The loneliest of corners will have a companion and will shine with grace
The dust on pictures will shake and dissolve into the air,
to leave gleaming glass as it once stood.
Your fingers caress the strings and with every note,
You feel your worth in the world.
The feeling will run through you
and your breathing will match the beat.
You'll feel light and free as if dancing above the world.
Watch,
Listen,
Feel,
This is when you'v learned
the sweet importance and luxury of music.
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