As I walk through the door

I see something i never knew before

The people here know no bounds

Snd they do whatever it takes to make a sound

The pianist plays like it's his life

And the conductor pretends makes sure our sound is right

No matter where, the people change

But no matter what, the sounds the same

This music has always reached my ear

Even when i am not here.

This poem is about: 
My community


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