The Musician

Never before had I seen someone so attentive to a mere instrument, before you played to me that starlit night. Most see it as an instrument for to play, and they make a true play out of it. Their music becomes a backdrop for their arrogance as it plays out like an irritating melody.

You have character: you're certainly not lacking in it, yet when you play, it is like nothing I've ever seen before. So much concentration and care, to ensure that the instrument in your hands is content to play as beautifully as you'd like it to. You simply aid it in playing its stories, just as you do to me.

You are the eternal source of confidence and inspiration, and under the care of your gentle hand, I will sing.

The End

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