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Thursday, February 9, 2023

Music

How can sound mean to me?


A note, chord or melody,

Or an invisible bird’s song,


Even the long ringing of a gong,

Is merely an evanescence


To the most fleeting of senses.

It’s only in memory that sound


As music turning round and round

Can deliciously endure


Until distilled and rendered pure.


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