The smell of a summer afternoon
The rustle of paper
A soft piano
Ringing in the empty halls
Another room
A blend of brass, wood, and wind
Laughter of children
A gentle cacophony
Silver hair, wrinkled skin
A gentle lullaby
The sweet, soft melody
Conveying a mother’s love
The high heavenly canopy
Speckled sunlight dusting leaves
A choir of critters
Amidst the spring wind
Where there is life
Music coexists
It changes, it grows
Music is in our souls
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