Musical Notes

Umm, yeah. I'm still trying to figure out who I should dedicate this to. Oh well.

The music is very much alive.

She saw it on its own and survive.

She watched it grow up and watched it live,

And watched as it learned how to forgive.

She saw it figure out who it was,

And make something beautiful out of its flaws.

She saw it learn that love is a gift

And held its hand when it looked over the cliff.

She told it that only the heart really sees,

And then I realized... the music was me.

The End

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