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Carried by Music

A bow troubles the string.

Hammers fall.

Stories swell in the sounds.

Like shaped clouds, they rise.

Like sunsets, flame.

A phrase of music carries on, a conversation.

Spoken to whom, though?

To stars. To one quiet. To somebody needing to hear.

Words, like sand on a stretching beach wait.

Millions of crystals, dark in their water,

will rise with the tide, blow in the easterlies, glint in the sun.

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