Musical Beauty
Three in the morning,
I hear the beautiful violin chord played.
Not knowing the one who plays it, but admiring the beauty of it.
There I sit in a moon lit room hearing; listening to this human express their love, sorrow, or even loneliness in such a chord on a beautifully created masterpiece.
I sit awaiting for the final chord to be played as the finally arrives the dawn light reveals itself in the distance.
The playing stops, as we who listened take a leave to rest from its beauty.
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