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Silent Strings
Silent Strings
In the spotlight's embrace, she stands,
A vision in white, her presence grand.
A blue guitar cradled against her chest,
Its strings whisper secrets, unexpressed.
The stage, her canvas, awaits her art,
A symphony of light and shadows to impart.
But her face remains veiled, a mystery,
As if the night itself guards her history.
Each chord she strums ignites the air,
Notes dancing like fireflies, rare.
The audience leans in, hearts aflutter,
Lost in the magic of her silent utter.
And as the final refrain echoes through,
The blue guitar weeps, its tale true.
For in that hidden face lies a universe,
A melody unsung, a silent verse.
**Silent Strings**, they'll call her show,
Where music and mystery intertwine and flow.
The stage, her sanctuary, the night her kin,
A poetess of sound, her story begins.
© JR2k6
Sun31Mar2024
In the spotlight's embrace, she stands,
A vision in white, her presence grand.
A blue guitar cradled against her chest,
Its strings whisper secrets, unexpressed.
The stage, her canvas, awaits her art,
A symphony of light and shadows to impart.
But her face remains veiled, a mystery,
As if the night itself guards her history.
Each chord she strums ignites the air,
Notes dancing like fireflies, rare.
The audience leans in, hearts aflutter,
Lost in the magic of her silent utter.
And as the final refrain echoes through,
The blue guitar weeps, its tale true.
For in that hidden face lies a universe,
A melody unsung, a silent verse.
**Silent Strings**, they'll call her show,
Where music and mystery intertwine and flow.
The stage, her sanctuary, the night her kin,
A poetess of sound, her story begins.
© JR2k6
Sun31Mar2024
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