Somewhere in my heart
A sweet melody sublime
To presto breakdown rhythms
Vivaldi Mozart Bach and more
Singing in a voice bright and clear
Theme reprise to coda
A never ending sonata
From baroque to modern
There is no sound like
A violin's unique trill
In the mornings cool air
Or evening's warm dissipation
Her voice is softly purring
Fingers flying as the bow is pulling
Notes of colored air
Sweeping across the universe
Sending stars spinning
Like a music box dancer
Until the lid closes
And my soul's release ends it.
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