winding between notes and chords.
A grand crescendo followed by a peaceful lull.
Ascending arpeggios, climbing for the rafters,
only to fall two octaves to the floor.
A run up the chromatic scale,
to run back down.
Never to reach the top of the staff,
the highest note.
It can only try.
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This is a poem I composed a while back. It's not much but I like it.
Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Thank you.
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