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The Musician
I was sitting alone and silent,
while trees swayed back and forth.
Without warning,
untouchable,
unseen,
a musician began to play.
The melody rose, then fell
as breathy tones I heard.
Soon the shriek of a crescendo
shattered the midnight air.
I shivered at the passion
and sat in awe and wonder,
listening to the song
of the untouchable,
unseen
musician.
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Beverly Read
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