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The magic of music.
The only time I am truly at peace,
is with an instrument in hand,
softly cooing its harmonious tones,
out into the open air.
Allowing the music to enclose me in soft arms,
whispering the chaos,
which rests my mind,
into a dreamy lull.
To be in tune with all in nature,
to see the connections that hold us together,
The reed's warm resonance,
The horn's solemn call.
A drug that helps rather than hurts.
that pulls you out of body, out of mind,
with no consequence,
than that of bliss.
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