Dawn Cahoon Kniff
Untitled - Poem by Dawn Cahoon Kniff
Music is the "food of love", I've been told.
Love is the power that makes music flow.
Under it's spell, the timid become bold.
On stage or off, it brings to life aglow
Soul - satisfying rhythm unites all.
Vivace, andante ... and in between.
Inspired with beauty, one will hear the call.
Aesthetic paths to happiness are seen.
Choreographed in one Symphony, life's notes fall.
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