A composer writes and places
notes with a surgeon’s precision.
Each harmony is molded with
the loving care of a mother.
There is a message to speak.
All are interwoven to sing
with songs unspoken.
The musician flows from note to note
allowing the Spirit to move in them.
Out pours a symphony of passion
that captures the listener.
Music is to be experienced, not heard.
Duane Windell Phillips Copyright July 2016
Saturday, July 30, 2016
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