I can feel it
All around me
Beckoning
My yearning leading the way
Wrapping it's rhythm through my mind
I cannot imagine a more serene way
As i strike a note
Everything falls into place
Quavers
Crotchets
Minums
Semi-breves
The ingredients in my recipe
Adding twists and turns,
i can see the picture growing
Expression rising
Tension mounting
And then i do it all over again
Like magic.
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