Music Notes

As I pick up my violin,
And rosin the bow,
I feel ready to let the music free,
One small note,
Then a scale,
One by one,
The notes fly,
And when the last note turns to mute,
I feel the tear slide from my eye,
To have the power to let my emotions run free,
Is the most amazing thing in this world.

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