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Dancing, swirling, echoing music
soaring, but remaining unseen
musty mingles with a crisp,
as the winds lift and shift the music
Fluttering music, faded ink
cold, smooth steel and plastic
hard wooden reed pressed against lips
while a lightning-quick tempo evolves
Shifting on the edge of the chair
fingers flowing like water
covering and revealing holes
hair floating around delicately
Eyes wide, racing over black notes
tapping foot in perfect tempo
flying together in perfection
creating dancing, echoing music
The music slows, the notes grow longer
harmony between the echoes
drawing to a beautiful end
the last notes dance no longer
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