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SILENT MUSIC
Somewhere... a guitar waits for your fingertips,
To free the un-strummed notes within its strings,
Somewhere... a microphone waits for your sweet voice,
To echo muted words from within, as you sing.
Somewhere... a piano waits for your graceful hands,
To release the trapped melody within its keys,
Somewhere... alone I wait for your silent music,
To mend my broken heart from within, on my knees.
© 2003 - Christine Ross ~ Bringer of Light Poetry
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
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