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Making the Music

I hear a chord
It resounds so deep in my ears 
It feels like the secrete chord
That David played to please the lord

This chord resounds ding dong in my head like slow-bells
A harmony more resounding than symphony
Emanating between 12 keys of blacks and whites
Hidden in one lock held by Touch-keys

Pounding those vibrating strings
His fingers bleed between keys
As crying strings elicit feelings
And stir up my imagination

Hmmm!
This sound rocks like a classical jazz
Mixed up with some blues
Just to manipulate a soul

Quietly, my head tilts up and down
My nerves hum various melody lines
My feet tap slowly but steady to the beat
And my heart glows in ecstasy

Cause, every note he strings raptures my soul
Takes me out of the terrestrial
Ignites sensational feelings in me like soul
And then leaves me in the celestial

Together,
Let’s make the music
But first,

Roll out the drums with some strokes
Strut in the fret with callused fingers
Exhale the flute like a whistle
Touch those keys like Touch-keys
Hold that mic with some style
And unleash the psalms

Let the music flow through you like a stream
That flows even in your dream
Let it hit you where you’ll feel no pain
And stimulate your every hidden note

For the power of your melody is your own
Cause, your melody lies in your soul
No one can hum it
No one can take it
Because, our life walks in our song

It only takes a whole tone of faith
To master our piece
But we must first learn;
To embrace our sharps and flats
And still don’t B-flat

Take a semi-breve to think before we play
Never stop at the  bar-line
And never let the bar-line stop us 
But always utilize our seconds
For our time interval is as short as a half-step

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