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Strolling across the street,
Wondering along,
How can we define life?
Or is it just a process of moving on?

Thereby came a music store,
With lots of instruments placed,
Piano, guitar, violin and drums,
Ready to reflect their tunes in space. 

A sudden chord struck in my mind,
Slowly things became to unwind,
Is life like all this music around?
Which forever and ever knew no bounds?

Like the soft note from the piano key,
Tapping to tunes and to the sheet,
Sometimes high, sometimes low,
Ends with the perfect note. 

Like the strings of the guitar,
Strumming with the fingers,
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
As we live life with the flow. 

Like the strings of the violin,
Struck by the bow,
Creating wonderful atmosphere,
Sometimes darkens, sometimes glows. 

Like the base of the drum,
Hammered so strong,
Producing bass for the sound,
Exactly where it should belong. 

Like the holes of the flute,
Blowing invigorating breath,
Placing the right air and finger,
Invents a wonderful life till death. 

Like the variety of sitar,
From up and down,
Flourishing the air with melody,
From the smiles to the frowns. 

"Its all before me!" I reckoned,
The meaning of life! 
To live like a music sheet,
With different musical riffs!
Because God can only present the examples of purity,
In Mozart,Beethoven, Leopold and Giovanni,
And help us learn the beauty of life,
Through their wonderful music and its symphony,
To keep marching with the sheet,
And play it with all your heart,
To end it all in the precise time,
And live moments of life and shine!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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