Maestro

Take up your baton. Warm up the orchestra Make ready for the sweetness to come. Strum up the violins my maestro. I want to hear the song that awakens the senses just once more. It is my favorite one. It never grows old. It has been played for me time and time again but the notes still vibrate through my soul. Tune our instruments to the purest note. Make sure they resonate in sync. The drumming will not keep time but the beat stays rhythmic and steady. Our instruments perform harmoniously. Slow it down maestro I wish to hear The notes One At A Time… Perfection. Beauty. Soul. The theme of our melody. Prepare me for the crescendo. Let the beat transfer from the rhythmic drumming to the excitement of my chaotic heart. End our song with a down tempo from the wind instruments. Allow it to drift softly to the final rest.

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