Universal Sound
She built a bridge with her violin,
suddenly erasing differences;
Goosebumps raised along their skin;
Division a good song always displaces
creating an unbreakable bond;
The mile walk becomes a few paces;
Crossing genres, generations, and beyond
contagious rhythm laying new ground;
Left with only one way to respond;
A shy healer turned everything around,
her peace a universal sound.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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