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A way of Creation.

The music started ever so lightly, The radiant sounds of the violin mixes with the piano. The echos danced from one surface to another pleasuring the ear drums of many. Flutes, clarinets chimed creating a higher harmony to change the mood deep with in. A constant heartbeat increasing. The violins punch each note with suspense and love. The instruments have their way with words, in the darkness creating brilliant light. The music slowly dies, the thunderous applause travels through out triggering my success. The room empties leaving me alone on stage to relive the night. Reliving my creations.
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Jul 6, 2011
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