One breath… One bar… And the soul begins to play. Tiny melody on an old Stoneway, Dust on the keys, but I hear you the same. Cello cries soft in a minor refrain, Heart notes fall like midnight rain. Alone with thoughts in a candlelit space, Chopin on loop, lost in grace. Soul dances through light and dissonance, Like a ghost in forgotten elegance. Soul in the strings, heartbeat in minor, Classics in loops, time feels finer. No words, just feeling – that’s my tone, Let the notes lift me, like leaves wind-blown. Violin whispers of long-lost pain, Each note cuts like a memory chain. But in the crackle, I find my peace, As if old masters grant release. Beats tick soft like a pocket watch slow, While the world outside keeps its flow. But in here, the tempo stays mine, Soul in the sound – timeless by design. Soul in the strings, heartbeat in minor, Classics in loops, time feels finer. No words, just feeling – that’s my tone, Let the notes lift me, like leaves wind-blown. And when the final note fades away… Only the soul remains – Still… and free.
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