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Nov 2014
Your brows furrow as you play,
trying to cage what’s written on the page:
a melody you could hold between your fingers
if only they would stop stumbling and do as they’re told,
which they do, because as the minutes tick on,
I hear the notes slowly become a song.
Watching musicians practice is so beautiful.
Liz Humphrey
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Liz Humphrey
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