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MUSICAL
POWER
Oh, to be a musician,
To have an instrument to
play,
To pour one's soul into each
note,
To let the music have its
way.
To release one's pent-up
passion,
Be it anger - be it love,
To play with true
compassion,
As a gift from God above.
To express one's inner
joy,
To let one's spirit soar,
To free one's self to
dance,
To sing loudly from one's
core.
To tease and please one's
inner child,
To relieve and
ease one's aging mind.
To soothe and smooth one's
secret hurts,
To trap, to free, to lose, to
find.
To allow one's heart to
burst,
To seduce with notes of
love,
To communicate with
angels,
To slap the devil's glove.
To do all this with music,
What an awesome, wondrous
feat!
Such power in one's
fingers,
In one's voice, in one's
feet!
To command the world's
emotions,
What an international
rush!
Just by playing music,
Or ... is the music playing
us?
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