Setting the notes one by one,
How do you play? It's the play
of fingers or you will say key
notes of getting lost in melody.
A pianist knows where should
his slender fingers touch, and
the notes come into live, filled
with rhythm, filled with tuning.
A violin, pulls string of unknown
enormous wings, when one slowly
yet viciously placed it on their forearm,
start with slow, it should be firm.
Playing in the crowd, sometimes
quite alone, somewhere with few
friends, they all are squinting when
it's the same player; playing the same.
Like the key notes, like the strings
of a guitar, it discovers new melody
when he tries different routes; alas
it doesn't push adrenaline into your pump,
if it's the sticking figure every time.
He's just a player in the oyster
of rushing ground. Devoted to play
the key notes to keep up the rhythm,
the sprouting spiritual awakening.
Even if the hands started to
shake, blood drops from once
happens to be slender fingers,
one gaze in the swing of air lungs
A numbness started to seize,
he knows he must go on,
he's just a player in the mob.
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