Lie down and hear the music.
Brahms.
Hear the melody as it moves,
The blend of the instruments,
The cadence of the violins.
Imagine the shadowy dancers
Waltzing on the polished floor,
Revolving, pausing,
Beginning again.
Feel the breeze
Through open windows
As it ruffles clothes and curtains.
See the tent of sky above,
The stars in the dark night,
As the music envelops you.
Brahms.
Alms for the weary soul.
Lovely Tom, thank you.
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