Life is an endless array of musical play
In accord or with complete disregard for a single cord
We can play with great harmony and audible splendidity
We can play with power and meaning, a symphony in being
We can play with anger, fear and hatred, a musical scorching of negative
As long as we are willing to play within sight of the
Musical masterpiece we create with our heart.
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