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The Golden String

 

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For times when reality gets overbearing, music is my safe haven. To me music is like a story, where, as the tale unfolds you become one with the character, you experience their joys, dreams, fears and hopes. And when the story ends you reluctantly snap back to reality and the spell is broken. Lately, I’ve been drawn towards classical music concerts and here’s an ode to the way music inspires me.

Enamored by the whimsical sound of strings

Strung with emotions flowing like the fall of spring

Vibrating in accord with the cautiously beating heart

Burning like an inextinguishable fire lighting the dark

His fingers struck them with a delicate ease

The absence of lyrics nonetheless felt;

Every note filled our hollow souls with a temporary bliss

A treacherous escape bound to fail

Because it all ends when the music stops.

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