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.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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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