When love is in the sounds
that ring, and when hearts vibrate
as a common string, gladly holding
a slight treasure, moments we can keep.
Such strings make an over tone
that only we can hear.
It bends joy and sadness,
hearts lost, found again, searching happiness
in the subtle blend of bitter and sweet;
we mold into a melody of life.
It is there in the pitch of deepest sadness
lofted in the timbre of its highest pleasure
the velvet tone shadow... of us.
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