Strum

The dance of life
The light of day
The feeling in my head.
I could cry
One thousand times
I could live a dream.

One flick of the wrist
One sound is born
The blending of many notes.
I could live
And I could die
In this moment every day.

My life revolves
Around this movement
Repeated every day.
My heart dissolves,
My brain’s resolve
Is tested every day.

Music is what makes me
Wake up tomorrow,
Just as it was today.
Music will be
The death of me,
There is no better way.

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