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A crescendo of sadness washes through the long silent years
Music pursued, transformed your life.
She insisted on music, and out of a one-sided love you complied
Her fulfillment became your emptiness.
Notes that once rose spinning and twirling, could no longer move you
Your inner instrument was twisted by the desire for acceptance.
The power of the music, finally muted by the triumph of your wounded soul
Does your body retain the memory of the playing posture?
Can you feel the smooth wood nestled beneath your chin?
Do you miss the feeling of your fingers on the strings,
Of the bow in your hand?
In dreams do you play, unencumbered by the past?
Your life has taken a diverse path, but the
Loss of your music was the cost of freedom.
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