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Making Music

The room spun round and round - blurred revelers rocked and watched light steps in perfect time, no need to hear its melody nor cadence sung to sweet refrains. She, the maestro of memories, bathes in a reverie of ... yesterdays; dancing to the music only she can hear - yet all can feel.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 3/27/2024 8:10:00 PM

Your poetic brush Craig creates a scene where music transcends sound, becoming a symphony of memories and emotions. The imagery of blurred revelers and the maestro of memories dancing to her own tune is captivating. Your words show music isn't just heard, but felt in the depths of our souls. - Blessings, Daniel

Craig Cornish
Date: 3/28/2024 6:27:00 AM

Thank you kindly Daniel for your thoughtful comment

Silent One

Date: 3/27/2024 1:43:00 PM

This is a good example for your contest.. You really captured the scene here through your words..

Craig Cornish
Date: 3/27/2024 7:09:00 PM

Thank you SO - Gonna try to do one from a different angle as well - this prompt can be fun, hope you have a go at it!