In the storm the music plays,
no raindrops can ever drown
the instrument within the soul,
obeying the song,
strumming those strings
found in the heart,
a passion's notes
nothing silences.
It is a overpowering solo
performed by the soul,
uncaring the audience or plight,
nor the test of day.
Because the melody
was written upon the spirit,
as an undeniable serenade,
their sounds ever demanding release
from place residing
within the mind's composure.
Accepting as companion
that fated implement of tones,
first heard by the ears,
which gave desire one couldn't control
to repeat the magic that it inspired.
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