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With only twelve keys the music commands Some white and some black their harmony grand Scoring the melody eternal and free Whether Quincy or Frank, Prince, Peggy, or me Heaven the audience Angels out front Truth for a drummer Sandalphon conducts All time in abeyance the chorus in song Both gates swinging open —the silence is gone (The New Room: April, 2023)

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