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| "I am the conductor and she a symphony." |
It is a prelude to a serenade, I trace her delicate curves as she lays. A delectable cavatina touch that creates notes as if they were lifted from an orchestra. Soft overtures reverberate as I write a melody with my fingertips. Each cleft begins a tune to gently preform. I fashion a silent composition, moving vibrato along lines of harmony. An absence of a crescendo, a misuse of a sonata. It is a rubato in simplest form.
I am the conductor and she a symphony.
- Dennis Birtch
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