The Mandolin
Sometimes in life we can only see
something in our minds such as a memory.
A scent, a sound, a word or a tune,
can bring us to a time that ended too soon.
We can look back fondly when we think of times, that we relive in our minds through a song or a chime .
A string, a chord, can put magic in the air
and bring us closer to people though they are no longer there.
The sounds of strings picked one by one
can send pulses of love through your heart with each strum.
As the musical notes dance and vibrate within,
they collect within your soul and release through your skin,
Creating a glow of light that shines, then slowly dims,
Until the spirit returns through the strings of the mandolin.
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