A brush of strings,
a tinkling rain
of notes,

bringing to mind
limitless possibilities.

My imagination
soars on the
song of a harp,
and I am transported—

beyond time and space
to the shadows of a past
I can only visit in dreams.

Merry or sad,
the pictures are painted
by the soul of the music
and I can only
hold my breath
and try to write them down.

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