LIFE IN A SYMPHONY
Funny how I can know all about you
and not know your name.
Through your music, I hear
your innermost thoughts.
I can hear the storm
through the drum.
I can hear the snow
in your bells.
Your lost love cries out
in the violin.
Your tears
in the flute,
Your life
in a symphony.
I know all but your name.
Love, death, sadness and joy
playing in the present
from the past.
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