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stained shell of wood

but I lost my way I lost my love I was an empty shell

we are all hollow just like our instruments

but then I met you and I heard music again

we choose what we do with our emptiness we can be silent or we can create beauty

and you, my love are beauty.

you taught me to sing again with my four finely tuned strings and a fist full of horse hair

you were not a melody you did not stand out against the crowd you were not a prominent tune to follow

you were a harmony I had to find you or you found me but once you were there you could not be forgotten

you were the subtle notes that made music full you made life richer

a solo is sweet but an orchestra is powerful

and you, my love are a symphony.

we danced to the music or we were the music we were the notes on the lines twirling and weaving

your kisses were short spicattos your embraces were long slurs your touches were dulcet tones sweeter than any phrase

I have always loved music and I will always love you.